When the Moon Bleeds Red
Not since the day they found the girl.
“Elara’s getting too close,” Mark said finally. His voice was tight, quiet. “Someone sent her a letter.”
Evelyn’s head snapped up. “What kind of letter?”
“Blood-sealed. With the old symbol.”
Evelyn’s breath caught. She opened the box.
Inside were yellowed photographs, torn documents, and something wrapped in dark velvet. She carefully removed the cloth. A bracelet lay beneath it—silver, cracked, and humming faintly with ancient magic.