The battlefield pulsed under my feet.

The Hollowbone Valley, a place where thousands of my kind had bled, screamed, and died, was alive again. Only this time, I was the one doing the screaming.

Above, the blood moon hung fat and low, bleeding light across the cliffs and corpses. Behind me, Kael radiated divine heat shirtless, glowing, wild-eyed. Our bond buzzed hot with feral urgency.

And in front of me stood the Huntress.

Divine assassin.

Servant of the Moon Goddess.

Slayer of omegas.

She ...