All Chapters of The Blood Moon Prophecy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ANARAHe was leaving in two hours.The war council had dragged on since dawn and finally ended with a plan. Kaelen had explained it to me in that short, efficient way he used when time was running out clear, but without any softness. He would take a controlled force to the northern border, meet Riven on the field they were already heading toward, and try to stop the war before it truly began.He had looked straight at me when he said that last part.I hadn’t replied. Admitting how terrified I was felt like something I couldn’t afford to do right then. I had decided a while ago that I was allowed to feel fear, but I wasn’t going to let it lead.That resolve held until one hour before he was supposed to leave.I found him in the south courtyard checking something with his head guard. I walked right up to them and said, “I need a minute.”Kaelen glanced at the guard, who immediately stepped away without a word.He turned to face me completely, giving me that full, undivided attention of

ANARA The field stretched out flat and grey, carrying the sharp scent of coming rain, freshly turned earth, and the unmistakable musk of wolves who had been running hard.We had been holding the northern border for six hours. The first three were spent positioning our forces. The next three were nothing but waiting two armies staring each other down while the tension slowly thickened. My soldiers held the western line. Duskbane held the east. Between us lay two hundred meters of open ground that neither side had dared cross.Then Riven stepped forward and stopped right in the middle of that empty space, looking straight across at me.I knew exactly what he was asking for.“Don’t,” Nyx muttered behind me.“He wants a direct confrontation,” I said. “Just the two of us. No armies. This either ends clean or it doesn’t end at all.”“He’s asking you to walk into open ground where his archers have a perfect shot.”“If he wanted me dead, I’d already have an arrow in my chest,” I replied, rol

ANARA We left for Nightveil at dawn.It was just Kaelen, six of his soldiers, and me. He’d originally wanted to bring twenty, but I convinced him that twenty armed wolves showing up at my father’s pack house would look like an invasion. It would give Lyra exactly the excuse she needed to strike first. We’d argued about it for most of the evening and finally settled on six sometime around midnight.Six felt like a compromise—neither of us was happy with it, which probably meant it was the right number.The drive took four hours. We didn’t talk much. Kaelen sat beside me, his hand resting over mine on the seat between us. Every now and then he’d stare out the window with that distant look he gets when he’s working through calculations he isn’t ready to share. I didn’t push him. I had plenty of my own thoughts to sort through.Seraphis had been wide awake inside me since before I even got out of bed that morning. She was alert in that quiet, watchful way she gets when she senses somethi

AnaraThe first wave knocked me back three feet.I caught myself against one of the stone pillars and felt the impact move through my shoulder and spine simultaneously, the cold of the stone and the heat of the dark energy pressing against me at the same time. Seraphis absorbed the worst of it the way a shield absorbed a blow, taking the force and dispersing it before it could settle."Stay standing," she said."Working on it," I said.Lyra was not cautious about this the way I had been hoping she might be. She moved through the throne room with the absolute, unselfconscious confidence of someone who had been using a power for months and knew exactly what it could do. The dark energy she pushed was not wild. It was directed. Precise. She aimed at me the way an archer aimed, finding the angle that would be most effective and adjusting as I moved.I moved a lot.I could not match her in force, not directly. What I carried was not designed for direct opposition in the way hers was. Serap

KaelenThe forest was dark and the path was not visible until it was.That was the only way I could describe it. The Crimsonwood at night had no moonlight to speak of, the canopy was too thick and too old and too deliberate about keeping what was inside its own business. I carried Anara and I walked into the dark and I looked for the path and for the first ten minutes there was no path, just trees and roots and the soft give of old ground under my feet.Then there was a path.Pale and faintly luminous in the way that things in old forests sometimes were, not glowing exactly but visible in a way that had nothing to do with light. I followed it without questioning it because Zephyr had said to let it happen and I had decided in the ruined throne room that letting things happen was the posture I was going to hold for the rest of this night.Anara was warm in my arms. Her breathing was slow and even and her head rested against my shoulder with the particular weight of someone who had enti