The night after the battle was too quiet.

Not the calm kind. The eerie kind of something big was crawling toward me beneath the silence.

Henry lay beside me, fast asleep, one arm possessively wrapped around my waist. His body was warm, steady. But my thoughts? They were on fire.

The Moon Goddess’s words echoed over and over in my mind.

"The bloodline that birthed the Shadow Maw still breathes."

But whose bloodline?

Theirs... or mine?

I slipped out of bed, quietly. The air in the ...