The forest hadn’t spoken since the battle. I watched.

Still. Silent. Judging.

Henry and I had returned to the fortress, but something strange hovered in the air. A hush. A pull. As though the Moon Goddess had one more twist left in her eternal game.

And it started with a letter.

A scroll lay on my bed when I entered our room—thick parchment, sealed with wax in the shape of a clawed crescent moon. Henry saw it before I did, his eyes narrowing.

“Another prophecy?” he asked, ...