Wren's POVThe ground beneath us shifts before I understand what's happening, a low tremor rolling through the clearing like something ancient waking from a long sleep, and Voss's expression shifts for the first time since she stepped into view, satisfaction giving way to something closer to genuine anticipation. The wolves still scattered around the edges of the clearing, wounded, exhausted, fall silent almost in unison, as though some instinct older than language has warned every one of them that whatever comes next matters more than the fight that already exhausted them."The convergence arrives early," she says, tilting her face toward a sky that's gone strange and gray despite the hour, clouds curling in patterns that don't match any weather I've ever seen. "How fortunate. I do so hate waiting once I'm this close.""What is she talking about?" I ask Rhydian, though some cold, certain part of me already suspects the answer."The hollow moon," he says grimly, positioning himself be
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