PROLOGUEThe first time the moon bled, the wolves screamed.Not the ordinary howling of animals calling to one another across the darkness. These were screams of pain. Of terror. Of something ancient waking after centuries of silence.And beneath the earth, something answered.Three hundred years before the fall of humanity, deep within the mountains of northern Europe, a woman stood barefoot in a circle of blood.Her silver hair hung down her back, tangled with dirt and leaves. Her white dress was torn, and blood covered her hands. Around her, twelve wolves lay dead, their bodies arranged in a perfect circle beneath an enormous oak tree.Above her, the moon was red.The woman lifted her face toward it."They are coming," she whispered.Behind her, a man emerged from the trees.He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in black. His eyes glowed an unnatural shade of gold. A long scar ran from his left temple down to his jaw."You should have killed him when you had the chance."The w
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