Leah Carter’s Point of View
The warning horn still echoed through the valley when the light began to fade, not just the campfires or the stars, the entire sky dimmed, swallowed by a slow-moving darkness that bled across the heavens like ink.
Kael froze mid-step, his sword drawn, eyes fixed on the sky. “The moon,” he whispered. “Where is the moon?”
I looked up too, and my breath caught. The silver disc that had always hung above the Wolf Realm, constant even through storms and war, was gone. Vanished. The night was empty.
The Oracle’s voice trembled behind us. “A night without moonlight…” She gripped her staff, her silver eyes wide with dread. “The prophecy speaks of this, the Veil collapsing upon itself.”
Seraya cursed softly under her breath. “So it begins.”
All around the clearing,
