Chapter 59 – Beneath the Crimson Sky The moon cast a blood-red hue over the campgrounds as Seraphina stood on the cliff’s edge, her silver hair glinting like a blade. A warning from the Ancients had echoed in her dreams the night before, layered in riddles and cloaked in fire. She barely slept, and now the cold wind did nothing to ease the tension crawling over her skin. Something was coming. Behind her, the ranks stirred—wolves readying themselves for an uncertain march. Three Alphas stood watch: Kael sharpening his dagger silently, his brow furrowed in suspicion; Rian pacing like a storm caged within a man; and Damaris, still and composed, reading the landscape with his hawk-like gaze. “They’re watching us,” Kael muttered without turning. “I can feel it.” “We need to move,” Rian grow

