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The warlock laughed. “No. I’ll give you her curse.” Zoryn led us through ruins no map remembered. There, the creatures waited, not wolves, not men. They moved like shadows, eyes glowing with old madness. “Hybrids,” he said. “Born of eclipse and betrayal.” One reached for me. “Moon-blood… come home.” I turned away. But a piece of me… wanted to stay. Inside the dream-temple, the voice called again. “Prove you are more than a vessel.”

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

Power rolled off her in waves—wolf, vampire, siren all entwined—commanding the battlefield like a storm given flesh. But then the ocean itself roared. A massive shadow rose from the deep, its form half-seen through the spray of water and moonlight. A leviathan of the sea—called forth by someone else’s magic, not Sirena’s. Its maw opened wide, rows of jagged teeth gleaming. Sirena’s face went white. “No. Not them.” Maya’s blood ran cold, even in Aurora’s skin. Whoever had sent these monsters wasn’t just testing them—this

The moonless sky above Ember Hollow rippled with violet light as Vera Moonlock stepped into the stellar chamber’s central circle. The obsidian circlet—woven with resonance crystals and dream-silk—rested on the dais. Around her stood Lucien, Orion, Selene, and the core strike captains, each cradling instruments of psychic warfare: crystalline blades, psionic disruptors, dream-silk grenades. Selene raised her staff, its carved rune glowing silver. “Tonight, the constellations align. The Starfall comets will streak across the sky in a narrow arc. We have minutes to attune the crown—then every hybrid soul across the empire will receive the waking song.”

Orion kissed the side of her head. “You are impossible,” he murmured. “I thought we established that,” she replied. They sat there, in the cooling pool, under a reddened but quieting Moon, while below, packs howled questions and thanks and fear. The forest, battered but standing, rustled in a new key. The Blood Moon had risen. It had tried to tear. Luna had said no. Or rather: *Not like that.* Through her, through the Stone, through the web of old scars and deeper roots, the surge had been tamed.

Spiral waves of light and shadow drag me through planes of nothingness until I’m hurled into a basement in a home, drenched in smoke and crimson glow. And I see her. Oleen Ramleigh, draped in shadows, spirals of black and red crawling her skin like living things. Her face hollow, eyes empty. Around her, five ethereal women chant in unison, their robes the color of blood. A cauldron glows at their center, sparks leaping as knives stab into it over and over. “Oleen…” The name breaks from me in disbelief. She was older than I was. Distant, never quite known to me back when I used to live in Silvaton Ridge. But this, this creature doesn’t belong to the oracle she seemingly once was.