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The Lunar Well chamber pulses with silver light, the pool’s surface a mirror reflecting my amber-silver aura, now laced with faint lunar wings. My crescent mark burns, urging me to act, but Lysa’s black-threaded aura lingers in my mind, a puzzle I can’t solve without risking exposure. The lunar-eyed stranger’s warning—Don’t tell Sylvara—clashes with Maddox’s hint about Lysa’s signaling, and the weight of the mole’s betrayal presses heavier with each passing hour. I need clarity, a way to see beyond the Hollow’s tangled threads, so I kneel by the Well, letting my lunar sight sink into its depths.

The true evil was yet to rise, and the prophecy foretold its awakening. The final lines of the tablet read: "When the stars align in the Serpent's sign, The Sleeper below will awaken and shine. Bound by blood, only two hearts combined, Have the power to stop the dark design." Liora's heart raced. "Orion, the Serpent's sign is in three days." Orion's face turned grave. "We've only just begun, haven't we?"

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

I stepped closer, my voice quiet and cruel. “And now that you want it, I’m supposed to say yes immediately?” He tried to explain, but I lifted my hand. “Forget it.” I met his eyes. “Since you love your game so much, let’s play one more.” “…Game?” “Yes.” “Bring twelve slips of paper. Write your name on one. Leave the rest blank.” I held his gaze, unblinking. “If I draw your name first, I’ll marry you on the spot.” “But if it’s the twelfth...”

At the center of the altar, carved into the stone in elegant, slanted script, were the words: “She who bears the star shall unbind the chains. The Moon shall rise. The bond shall break.” Lyra placed her hand on the stone. A rush of visions overwhelmed her— —a woman screaming as silver chains wrapped around her— —a white wolf standing alone on a battlefield, drenched in blood— —a baby marked with a crescent star, handed off in the dark— —the moon itself cracking in half— She stumbled back, gasping. Darius caught her, holding her tight. “What did you see?”

I sat at the edge, arms crossed as I stared at nothing in particular. "You’re distracted," Gideon remarked, stepping closer. "Your father gives you one order, and suddenly you’re lost in your thoughts." I clenched my jaw. "I’m fine." Gideon chuckled. "You know, your father isn’t wrong. That girl—Luna—she’s nothing but trouble. You think it’s a coincidence the Revenants are after her?" I turned to glare at him. "Maybe she’s a victim in all of this." He scoffed. "Or maybe she’s the reason it’s all happening. The prophecy speaks of a child of dusk and moonlight, doesn’t it? You ever stop to think she might be the key to bringing the Revenants back?"

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

I had been too preoccupied to notice a witch in the corner. She had a really dark skin tone with hazel eyes, her hair long and curly as it hugs her face. The stones started lighting up creating a barrier around the laican, as soon as the fifth stone was lit the blood moon turned a bright red and the witch started chanting, "Profundis clamavi ad te sacros inferis et Luna Shyla nota recipere. Addicere adillam dilectam animam meam in Ketzia pretium pro eo." {I call to you sacred Luna to go to the depths of the underworld and retrieve your daughter Shyla. Bring her back to her beloved for the price of Ketzia’s soul in return.}

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos