The moon was bleeding.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally.
High above the Hollow, the eclipse had begun. Not the pale silvery glow Kael had described from past cycles, but a dark crimson wash, as if the sky had torn open and spilled its secrets.
I stood beneath it, my hands wrapped over my stomach.
Two heartbeats pulsed there.
Three, if I counted the one inside me that wasn’t entirely mine anymore.
Because I could feel it now.
The third presence.
Not Kael. Not the twins.
But something else.
Something ancient.
Something that remembered.
Kael didn't say anything as he put the remainder of his weapons on his back. His hands were firm, but his jaw tightened every time he pulled on the leather.
He hadn’t slept in two days.
Neither had I.
The pack was preparing. The Ho
