Chapter 59 – The Moonblood Ascends
The storm did not end with the dawn.
It lingered through the day and into the next night, a bruised sky sagging heavy over the battlefield. Wolves whispered that the heavens themselves were mourning, that the Moon had turned her face away. Seren lay in the healer’s tent, her body burning and trembling, but the fever was not from wounds alone.
Something inside her had awakened.
Every breath pulled threads of light and shadow through her veins, fire and ice at war beneath her skin. Her hands shook, her vision blurred, and whenever she closed her eyes, she saw things that could not be real—cities drowned in flame, wolves chained in silver, Kaelen’s body broken in a river of blood.
But worse than the visions were the voices.
They whispered in the hollow
