Chapter 23: Prophecy of the Moonblood
The fire crackled low in the council chamber, its amber glow dancing over carved stone walls and tapestries that depicted battles long forgotten. Seren sat at the edge of the gathering circle, her pulse a steady roar in her ears. The scent of burning sage mixed with wolf musk, heavy and suffocating. Every eye in the room weighed on her—wolves old enough to have seen centuries pass, their gazes sharp and filled with the authority of survival.
Elder Thalos, whose silver hair fell in long braids across his shoulders, raised his gnarled staff. “The Blood Moon has risen, and so the words of the ancients must be spoken.” His voice carried through the chamber like the echo of a storm.
Seren’s throat tightened. She hadn’t meant to be here at the center of i
