The final wisps of the bonfire flames flickered in the distance, thin orange strands glinting in the night. Celeste stood at the edge of the glade, hand tracing the tiny moon pendant Hunter had wrapped around her neck during their quiet reawakening. Her chest ached, full, but some thing had been moved in the atmosphere.

Luna paced restlessly in her mind, ears forward-tuned.

"You sense it too," Celeste thought, looking up at the fat, full moon.

"Yes, but it's understated. Like a softly spoken ...