The safehouse buzzed with movement.

Aria stood in the heart of the war room, once a quiet study now cluttered with maps, enchanted scrolls, weapons, and wounded wolves. Her silver eyes scanned every detail. The valley below was no longer safe. The Cult of the Hollow Moon had made that very clear.

“They’ll attack at dawn,” Solene said, her voice clipped as she drew glowing sigils onto the wooden floor. “Mara’s not bluffing anymore.”

Across the room, Elena stood in a circle of runes, ...