DYERRedmoon rises from the mist like a scar that never learned how to fade.

I’ve seen it before, from a distance, from the wrong side of memory. Walking toward it now, at Aislyn’s side, Bodie flanking us, Some Lycans moving in tense formation behind, feels unreal in a way I can’t quite name. Not hostile. Not welcoming either. Just… waiting.

Aislyn doesn’t look back to check if I’m still there.

She doesn’t need to.

Her presence tugs at me constantly, a steady pull I have no ...