The embers in the Moonstone Sanctuary’s fire pit glowed low, echoing the tension in the air. Aria stood in silence, shoulders squared, eyes sharp. Mara was gone. Banished. But the real threat was stirring beyond the veil—faster than anyone had expected.

Behind her, the Circle moved cautiously through the aftermath of the ritual. Rowan tended wounded wolves. Elena gripped a parchment with a trembling hand. Solene whispered prayers of healing. Caleb watched Aria, worry and determination ...