Chapter 25: The Crimson Veil
The night air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to skin like a second layer. A blood-red moon hung high above the forest, its eerie glow draping everything in a crimson veil. Luna stood still, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her pulse thundering in her ears. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves as shadows shifted in the distance.
She could feel them watching—dozens of eyes, glowing faintly in the darkness, waiting, measuring, deciding.
Dante stood at her side, his body taut like a drawn bowstring, ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger. His wolf senses were alert, tracking every movement in the forest. But even his strength couldn't hide the dread in his eyes. Something ab
