The realm of shadows was not meant for the living.
As Aria stood amid the curling mists and trembling earth, the voice that had shattered the silence still echoed through her bones. “The moon bleeds, and the bloodline falters.”
Kael stood in front of her, every muscle tensed, his eyes glowing with protective fury. His instincts screamed to shift, to protect, to tear apart anything that threatened her. But this place was unlike any he had known. Even his wolf—fierce, ancient, Alpha-born—tread cautiously.
"Did you hear that?" Aria whispered, fingers tightening around the glowing pendant.
"Yes," Kael growled. "And I don't think it’s a warning. It’s a memory."
The Hollow King’s realm stretched infinitely in all directions. The trees were bone-white and leafless, their trunks pulsing faint
