Caleb gasped, his boots scraping against the earth as Rowan’s hand clamped tight around his throat. But it wasn’t Rowan’s voice that followed—it was something darker, ancient, hollowed by centuries of slumber and suffering.

“One will fall,” the Forgotten One rasped through Rowan’s lips, its voice layered with whispers. “Choose, daughter of the moon… or I will.”

“Let him go!” Aria’s voice cracked like a whip, but her limbs trembled. The air around them shimmered with ...