The visions came without mercy in the dead of night.
Elara Voss jolted awake in the darkness of their private quarters, her body drenched in cold sweat. The heart of the silent moon was no longer whispering — it was screaming.
She sat bolt upright, silver light exploding from her chest and hands in violent, uncontrolled bursts that lit the entire room in blinding flashes. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the images slammed into her mind with brutal clarity.
First, the ruin:
Shadowmoon Academy in flames. Towering stone spires cracked and crumbling. The eastern wall lay in shattered ruins while black-furred rogues poured through the breach like a tidal wave of death. Students and instructors fought desperately, but they were outnumbered and overwhelmed. She saw Lila’s copper wolf f
