Zara’s POV
The moon should not have been visible yet.
But it hung above the Blood Moon Pack like a living eye.
Too large.
Too bright.
Too aware.
Its silver light poured over the walls, over the warriors, over the enemy gathering on the ridge—and over me.
The mark on my wrist burned so hot I cried out.
Greyson turned instantly.
He was in front of me before I could blink, one hand gripping my shoulders, the other cupping my face.
“Look at me.”
I tried.
Pain blurred everything.
“It burns,” I whispered.
“I know.”
His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist carefully, though the symbol glowed like molten silver.
Sky’s presence brushed against Fire inside me.
Strong.
Protective.
Furious.
Behind us, warriors were shouting positions, weapons clashing, gates reinforcing. Davon’s vo
