The first moon bled at dawn.Luna was brushing Hope’s hair when the scream came from the Circle. Not a wolf’s howl. A sound like glass cracking across the sky.She ran outside barefoot, comb still in hand. Damian was already on the cliff edge, eyes on the heavens.Above the valley, one small silver moon was weeping. Not light. Blood. Red streaks fell from it like rain, vanishing before they touched earth.“What’s happening?” Hope whispered, clutching Luna’s leg. Her galaxy eyes reflected the bleeding moon.Luna’s stomach dropped. She’d seen this once before, in Selene’s memories. “A moon only bleeds when its wolf dies choosing wrong.”Valen reached them first, breathing hard. “Three wolves dead last night. Two from the Empty Sky, one from Elena’s school. All of them chose darkness after tasting light.”Kira arrived, scarred face pale. “Their moons turned red at death. Then started bleeding. It’s spreading.”One by one, more moons flickered. Red veins spreading across them like cracks.
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