THE BLOOD MOON LUNA
That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done.
Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory.
And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain.
She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth