Nyx's Pov

The house was too quiet that night.

Every shadow seemed heavier, stretching long and dark across the walls. Every tick of the clock echoed like a hammer in my chest. I sat by the window, my shawl clutched tight around me, staring at the fading light of day as it bled into the deepening dark.

The full moon.

It hung in my mind like a curse. For days, Caspian had spoken of it with certainty, with hope, telling me that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. That with my ...