Blood and moonlight
The night was quiet, but the air held a strange charge—as if the stars were holding their breath.
Ava sat beside Achi, her eyes fixed on the wound stretching across his side. Crimson soaked through the bandages Marcus had wrapped, and despite his hybrid blood, the injury hadn’t closed. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gently brushing the edge of the cloth.
“Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice low, uncertain.
Achi didn’t flinch. “I fought with the beasts,” he said. “Their blades weren’t ordinary. They cut deeper… like they were made to remember.”