The boy was standing behind Selene by the training grounds when I first noticed him. She was quiet, small, and wearing the cloak hem as armor. His eyes weren't straying or sparkling like a kid's.

He didn't resemble Michael. Not even a tiny bit.

The field echoed with Selene's voice. She declared with pride, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Boys like him will lead Blood Moon one day." Her smile was dazzling and hollow. "Born of royal blood, strong and courageous."

The boy's hand quivered ...