The air in Ashen Hollow had grown thicker, charged with an unseen tension that seemed ready to snap at any moment. The peace between the humans and supernaturals had always been fragile, held together by tenuous alliances and unspoken agreements. But now, with Kane Silas and the Bloodmoon Pack lurking on the edge of the forest, that peace was about to shatter.
And it began with blood.
Lena stood near the town’s square, the rising sun casting an eerie glow over the still streets. It was too quiet. The usual bustle of the morning market hadn’t started yet, and the air felt wrong—oppressive, like something dark and dangerous was creeping in.
Her eyes darted to the forest that surrounded Ashen Hollow. She could feel it—the leyline’s pulse was erratic, its energy disturbed, as if sensing the
