POV Mira
As the Blood Moon rises, the night sky turns red, and my abilities feel erratic and untamed.
Tonight, the wind is piercing the trees like a whispered warning. My breath catches as I tilt my head back.
The moon is not correct.
Like a gash ripped open in the heavens, it spills across the sky in a deep scarlet. It pulses once, twice, and something inside of me stirs with each burst of crimson light. Something old. I've been attempting to conceal something.
My hands shake.
"I sense it," I mumble.
Beneath my skin, the magic burns like fire. It climbs up my back, presses against my ribs, and coils in my stomach. I try to ground myself by digging my nails into the ground, but it doesn't work. Nothing works. This is no ordinary full moon.
This is the Blood Moon.
And it’s stirring
