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Chapter Eight: Echoes of the Moon

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The days following Dean’s capture passed in a fragile calm. The forest still felt uneasy—the air heavier, the light dimmer—but for the first time in weeks, Silverveil had moments of peace.

Baylee spent her mornings training under Jessica and Melody, learning to harness the power that pulsed beneath her skin. It wasn’t easy. Her control was shaky, her energy unpredictable. But every lesson brought her closer to understanding the force inside her.

“Don’t resist the Moon,” Jessica advised one morning as sunlight streamed through the clearing. “You’re trying to dominate her energy. You must move with it.”

Baylee exhaled, focusing on the silvery shimmer rising from her palms. “It feels like it’s alive.”

Melody smiled. “It is. The Moon’s gift isn’t just light—it’s awareness. It sees what your heart hides.”

Baylee frowned. “And what if my heart doesn’t know what it wants?”

Jessica’s smile deepened. “Then perhaps someone will help you figure that out.”

Before Baylee could ask what she meant,
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    The world had gone quiet after the battle.Smoke still curled above the ridges, but the Veil no longer pulsed; the forest had gone back to breathing. The rain washed blood from the roots and stone. Wolves rebuilt fences, buried their fallen, and whispered prayers to a goddess none of them fully trusted anymore.And in the center of Silverveil, behind the warded doors of the Alpha’s house, Baylee slept.She hadn’t stirred in five days.Not a sigh. Not a twitch of lashes. Only the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath the blanket.---A Circle That Wouldn’t BreakNo one left her alone.Jessica sat in the mornings, knitting silently beside the bed. Derik took the evenings, sharpening blades at her bedside as if daring the Moon to try again. Melody refreshed the wards every few hours, fingers trembling each time she traced the sigil on Baylee’s wrist. Even the triplets took turns sneaking in, curling against the foot of the bed like tiny sentinels.But Collin never moved.He’d taken a c

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    The first omen came at dawn.Silverveil woke to find every pool, puddle, and basin in the territory turned to silver. Not frozen. Not poisoned. Just reflective. Like liquid mirrors.Melody tested one with her fingertip and flinched back as if burned.“It’s watching,” she whispered.Collin’s jaw flexed. “Who?”Melody didn’t bother pretending not to know. “The Moon.”No one drank from the river that day.No one howled.No one slept with their window shutters open.They felt seen.Judged.Claimed.---By midday, the second omen arrived.The sky darkened, not with storm clouds, but with a strange pale glow. The air went still. Birds vanished. Even the insects fell silent. The hair on every wolf’s neck lifted.And then the nausea hit.Half the pack dropped to their knees in unison, gripping their stomachs, gagging on nothing. Jessica staggered and Derik caught her. Liam went to one hand and gritted through it. Heather bent forward, cursing. Even Collin stumbled, breath shuddering in his ch

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