"Alpha Ethan!"

The voice rang out again, steady this time.

Arielle stood at the entrance of the holy ground. Dru stood beside her, panting, trying to catch her breath from the Moonborne chariot’s relentless speed.

For a second, the world forgot how to breathe, the silence was heavy enough to crush.

“Arielle?” Arnold gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

He stared at her, mesmerized by the starlight clinging to her gown. "How is it possible? She looks... she looks ...