Ashes of the Broken Moon
Darius said, stepping forward, “I didn’t know. I was told they died in an accident. I never—Lyra, I never would’ve let that happen.”
She stared at him, searching his face for a flicker of deceit.
Then she whispered, “Someone did.”
Back at the Forge of Souls, a hidden chamber beneath the ashes shuddered.
From the floor, a shadow peeled away—tall, male, eyes burning silver.
He picked up a strand of Lyra’s discarded cloak, crushed it in his fist, and whispered:
“The Moonbreaker has awakened. The hunt begins.”
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