The night came too fast.

The moment the moon rose into the sky, casting silver light over the cliffs and the forest, I felt it. Not just in my bones but deep in my spirit. The same feeling from the ruins. The same pull that whispered of change… and war.

“They’re close,” Henry muttered, sniffing the air. His jaw tightened. “The rogues have entered the western ridge.”

I stood near the campfire, my dagger strapped to my thigh, the Moonstone pendant glowing faintly beneath my ...