Chapter 61: The Shadows Stir
The night stretched endlessly over the village, a dark expanse heavy with the weight of an impending storm. Luna moved restlessly beneath the towering trees, the underbrush crackling softly beneath her boots. Her senses were heightened—her every nerve alert to the silent hum of the earth beneath her feet, the faintest rustle of leaves in the wind, the smell of damp soil and moss, and beneath it all, something darker. Something far more dangerous.
The full moon overhead hung like a silent sentinel, its cold light bathing the forest in silver. The woods felt alive, but not in the way she knew them. There was something unnatural, something wrong. It was as if the very air itself was poisoned, tainted with a malice she could not quite place.
Luna paused and lift
