The moon was wrong.

Too pale.

Too still.

Lyla stared at it through the thinning canopy. The full moon hung in the sky like a frozen eye, watching, waiting. Its light touched the forest but gave no warmth.

The bond stirred beneath her feet. Weak. Anxious.

The forest knew.

The Bloodmoon was coming.

And when it arrived...

Everything would break.

The Bloodmarked moved through the trees in wary silence.

Every step felt heavier than the last.

The fight with Kane had ...