The night split open with fire.

From the northern ridge, the Bloodmoon warriors descended like a tide of black steel, their armor glinting under the crimson haze of the half-moon. Their war horns screamed through the valley, shaking the ground beneath Shadowfang’s fortress walls. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic taste of impending slaughter.

Selene stood atop the battlements, her cloak snapping in the wind. Her heart beat in a frantic rhythm, but her stance was firm. Below her, ...