Chapter 67: Blood moon
The storm had passed by dawn, but the unease it left behind lingered like a ghost. The wind had quieted, yet the weight of the previous night’s events clung to the Red Claw Pack like a curse.
Amelia stood on the balcony of Talon’s stronghold, staring at the distant mountains. The sky was a deep shade of indigo, and though the Blood Moon was still three nights away, she could already feel its presence. The magic in the air was different—charged, expectant, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.
The assassin’s words haunted her.
"The Queen will fall."
Her fingers gripped the stone railing as unease curled in her chest. There was more to this than Kael’s hunger for power. The Blood Moon was significant—far more than just a night of heightened abilities.
