Sleep became dangerous after the storm.

Every time Evelyn closed her eyes, she woke in another world.

Sometimes it was the forest — not Ghostwood as she knew it, but a wild, unscarred version of it, filled with silver trees that glowed under the Moon’s light. Sometimes it was a temple — vast, open, its walls covered in runes that pulsed faintly when she breathed.

And sometimes, she wasn’t Evelyn at all.

She was Althea.

The first Luna of Moonfire.

Her dreams were no longer ...