The Alpha’s Moonbreather
Even the feral howls that had plagued the outskirts for weeks faded into an uneasy quiet, as though the creatures themselves were listening.
“This isn’t natural,” a woman murmured near the eastern gate.
“The Blood Moon,” an old man whispered, gripping his grandson’s shoulder. “My father told me about this. Said it only comes when the balance is breaking.”
Above them, the moon loomed, swollen and red, watching.
The ocean felt it first.
Far from Archview, waves slammed against the coast with sudden violence, crashing higher than the season allowed, clawing at the shore like something trying to pull itself onto land. Fishing boats tore loose from their anchors. Nets snapped. Water flooded paths
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