There were areas where the camp was decaying.

People were too shy to look at each other directly, and you could sense it in the way they whispered. Fearful of being observed, the fires seemed duller now, almost smoldering in the background.

Wearing the boy around like a crown jewel, Selene moved.

Michael, too... Michael had stopped talking. Too quiet.

Before Blood Moon turned against itself, someone had to take action.

Apparently, I was that someone.

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