They thought I was weak under the thinning moon.

But even a dying moon still shines.

We buried the fallen by dawn. The scent of burnt fur, ash, and old blood still clung to my skin. The cult’s surprise attack had left us scarred, but not broken.

Ryan was recovering. Henry had a deep gash along his ribs that he wouldn’t let me heal too stubbornly. And me?

I hadn’t slept. Not since the leader of Shadow Maw looked into my soul and told me that something else was coming.

Something ...