Eve’s POV
The night looked as though it had been bleeding. From my window, I stared at the moon hanging low and swollen in the sky, the light from it had turned the forest into shades of crimson. This was what the wolves called the blood moon. I always wondered if it was only a legend but today I worry that it might just be an omen.
“He’s near.”my wolf whispered in what sounded like she was afraid. “Who?” I whispered back, but she only growled.
Outside the grounds had gone restless with the wolves paging around and the guards standing at alert. I heard a few distant howls carrying messages I didn’t understand, I heard Elder Dira who never spoke chanting quietly with a trembling voice.
Then I saw Dorian standing by the end of the corridor, staring out through a narrow window,his eyes
