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We buried Ash Hollow in silence.
200 graves. 200 stones. Aria slept through the whole thing in my arms, but every time the shovels hit dirt she’d flinch like she could feel it.
“The Void isn’t just attacking randomly,” Darius said as we rode back toward the Citadel. “It’s moving in a pattern. Toward something.”
He was right. Lyra had mapped it all out on the ride home - the villages hit, the order, the distances. If you drew lines between them, they all pointed northeast. To the Black Crag Mountains.
“The old Lycan burial grounds,” Lyra said, voice low. “Where the first Moonblood was interred 300 years ago. Lyra’s tomb.”
Kade cursed under his breath. “The Void is trying to get to her. To Lyra.”
“No,” I said, looking down at Aria. She was awake now, gold eyes staring at the mount
