LOGINPOV: DelphMorning came wrapped in mist.It rolled down the mountain slopes in pale ribbons, spilling over the stone walls of Bloodstone Fortress and curling around the courtyard like ghostly fingers. The dawn sun had barely broken over the horizon, its light soft and gold behind the thick silver haze.The courtyard below was alive with quiet motion.Horses stamped against the cold ground, their breaths rising in white clouds. Leather saddlebags, bedrolls, and provisions were being fastened with practiced hands. Wolves moved in disciplined silence, securing supplies and checking the harnesses one last time.The air smelled of damp stone, pine, and the sharp promise of departure.Delph stood near the lead horse, adjusting the strap of his cloak against the morning chill.For the first time in many months, he was leaving Bloodstone not for war,but for answers.Still, the weight settling across his shoulders felt achingly familiar.This journey carried too many unknowns.Too many things
POV: AfnanNight returned to Bloodstone clothed in wonder.The fortress rose from the mountains like a sleeping giant, its black stone walls silvered by moonlight, its towers sharp against the vast heavens. Yet tonight the sky was unlike anything the pack had seen in generations.Two moons hung above Bloodstone.One shone in its familiar silver brilliance, cool and serene, pouring pale light across the courtyard stones and the surrounding forest.The other glowed red.Not fiery, not violent, but deep and ancient, a crimson orb suspended beside its silver twin like a wound in the heavens.Afnan stood at the top of the courtyard steps and looked upward, the cold night air brushing against her face.Around her, the entire pack had gathered.Warriors.Healers.Children clinging to their mothers’ robes.Elders leaning on carved staffs of mountain ash.Even those who had once doubted the old prophecies now stood in silent awe beneath the twin moons.Whispers moved through the crowd.“It’s a
POV: DelphMorning arrived wrapped in silver mist.The training fields behind Bloodstone Fortress lay hushed beneath the pale breath of dawn, the grass jeweled with dew that caught the first hints of sunlight. Wooden practice posts stood in neat rows, dark with dampness, and the stone walls surrounding the yard loomed like silent sentinels against the waking sky.Delph stood at the center of the field, boots planted firmly in the wet earth.In front of him, the twins faced him with solemn expressions far too serious for children their age.Their small chests rose and fell quickly, more from excitement than effort. Barely awake an hour, and yet their eyes glimmered with the same silver light he had seen in Afnan’s the night before.Power.Ancient.Unpredictable.He softened his expression.“Again,” he said gently.The twins nodded in unison.They were so alike it still startled him sometimes, same dark curls kissed by morning light, same bright eyes, same stubborn set to their little m
POV: AfnanNight had draped the fortress in silver silence.Beyond the tall arched windows, the storm that had battered the halls earlier had passed, leaving the sky washed clean and luminous beneath a full, radiant moon. Pale light spilled through the curtains of the twins’ chamber, pooling across the stone floor in soft sheets of silver.Afnan stood at the doorway, one hand resting lightly against the carved wooden frame.She had come only to check on them.A habit she had never quite abandoned.The chamber was warm, scented faintly with lavender oil and the clean sweetness of linen dried in the mountain air. Two small beds stood side by side near the eastern wall, draped in pale blue canopies embroidered with crescent moons.Her twins slept there.Perfectly still.Too still.Then she heard it.A whisper.Soft.Breathy.A melody.Her heart paused.The twins were murmuring in their sleep.Not random words.Not restless murmurs.A song.Their voices rose together in eerie harmony, so
POV: AfnanNight came swift and strange. Two moons hovered above Bloodstone, one silver, one blood-red. Their light painted the courtyard in twin shadows.The entire pack gathered in silence. Wolves shifted in reverence, their fur gleaming under the celestial glow.Afnan stood before them, hands raised, her voice calm and strong.“Peace is not stillness,” she said. “It’s harmony in motion. The Moon teaches us to move, to change, to listen.”They began the blessing ritual, voices weaving together into a low chant. The energy rippled through the air, ancient and familiar.But then, amid the harmony, Afnan heard something else.A whisper that didn’t belong.Find the mirror before it finds you.Her heart jolted. She looked up, the red moon seemed to pulse, like an eye slowly opening.When the chant ended, she turned to Delph. “We need to go east,” she said quietly. “To the mountains. If there’s another Gate, we can’t wait for it to awaken.”Delph didn’t hesitate. “Then we go together.”Th
POV: AfnanMoonlight spilled like water across the floorboards. The twins slept soundly, their breaths perfectly in sync, their tiny hands clasped together.Afnan smiled from the doorway, until she heard it.They were murmuring in unison, voices soft as the wind through trees. A lullaby. One she had never sung to them.Her heart tightened.She stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face, and the moment her fingers touched their joined hands, she fell.The room dissolved into silver light.Afnan stood barefoot in a vast forest. The trees shimmered with runes, their bark glowing faintly. Overhead, two moons hung side by side, one white and pure, the other a deep, bleeding red.“Mother of Balance,” whispered a dozen voices.Two glowing wolves bounded through the trees, their eyes bright with starlight. The children followed them, laughing, their feet leaving trails of silver dust.Afnan tried to call out, but her voice vanished into the wind.Then the red moon bega
Afnan's POVDawn crept softly over the forest, pale and cold, like it was afraid to wake the dead.Mist clung to my hair, heavy and damp, as I trudged through the undergrowth. The twins slept against my chest, wrapped in a rough sling I’d made
(Afnan’s POV)The valley sang in whispers.Not of wind or water, but something softer, like the breath of the Moon herself, woven through the mist. Every step I took felt like trespass and blessing all at once.Lyra walked ahead
(Afnan’s POV)The mountains breathed silver as dawn broke over the valley, the mist parting like a dream reluctant to wake.I stepped across the threshold of Moonfall Valley, the air humming softly with lunar energy. Mist curled around ancient stone
(Corin's POV)Smoke curled above the northern barracks like black fingers clawing at the sky. The scent of ash and char lingered in the air, stubborn and bitter, a reminder that Bloodstone was no longer the sanctuary it once had been. I walked the courtyard slowly, boots crunching over scattered de







