Chapter 113: Fire in the Blood
The scent of ash still lingered in the air, thick and bitter, clinging to Luna’s throat with every breath she took. The plateau had quieted, but the silence wasn't peaceful—it was the kind that came before something broke. Something inevitable. Something final.
Cassian was gone, vanished into the mist with the Voice of the Forgotten and their army of nightmare wolves. But his words still echoed in Luna’s head, each syllable a splinter carving into her heart.
"He belongs to the Forgotten now. And so will the child."
Luna stood at the edge of the scorched cliff, her hands trembling, her knees weak, but her gaze steady. Below her, the forest stretched endlessly into shadow, each tree a sentinel watching the world change.
Behind her, Ryder approached in sile
