Reya’s POV
Blood Moon Rising
The moon bled red overhead, dripping shadows across camp. Fires guttered in the wind. I stood in the central circle; vision blurred like a dream. My pulse hammered in my throat.
The seer—Nyla—knelt before me. Her blind eyes reflected the crimson sky.
A hush fell. The Unmarked, Xander, Tristan, and Sebastian formed a tense ring.
“You came back,” I whispered.
Nyla’s voice was a tremor. “I am bound… by twin blood.”
She raised her hands, palm lines aglow with rune-smoke. “The prophecy gathers teeth.”
My heart lurched. “Speak it.”
Her hush carried finality. “One parent must fall. Or both children will fall to ruin.”
Silence pressed down—pregnant and cruel.
I forced emotion down. “What does it mean?”
“Sacrifice.” Her words dropped like stones. “Or destruction. Not just of the children—but of the hope they carry.”
The world tilted.
Flash of Fear
Three nights ago, I saw Lyra’s glowing touch healing that cursed wolf. Now I realized why—I’d bent destiny.
Alpha Trist
