BLOOD OF THE MOON
weapons, training, and preparing for whatever war loomed on the horizon. Lyra could feel the tension in ever
s and battle plans pinned to every wall. The Alpha stood at the center, a
scouts have been seen near the old ruins, two miles west of here. They're searching fo
nants of a lost werewolf stronghold. Rumors spoke of hidden power and dark secrets buried
?" Lyra asked, glancing
aced with frustration. "But anything the Shad
whatever's hidden there, it could tip the
er hunt-it was a test, another chance to prove herself to the Ironc
ide are iron dust and silver shavings-spread it in a circle if you need to pro
g the pouch into he
ely visible beneath the tangle of roots and fallen branches. As they moved, Lyra felt the weight of unspoken questions between them.
badly?" Caden asked suddenly
e, but the time for secrets was ending. "My bloodline is ancient-tied to the
his expression hard
d firmly. "I w
crumbling stone. The air was thick with the scent of moss and decay, and an unsettling stillness hung over the plac
iet, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Lyra's eyes caught the faint shimmer of something on the ground
ack," Caden said, his voice low. "
ergy, brief but powerful, like a whisper of something ancient waking beneath h
ws with deadly silence. Shadow Moon scouts, thei
dust pouch in her hand. She flung the dust in a wide arc, creating a barrier that sizzled against the
ld feel the pull of the ruins, drawing her toward a collapsed archway half-b
h frantic speed until her hand closed around a cold, smooth object-a small obsidian stone etched with
adow Moon wolves closed in. "We