Eve’s POV

The night looked as though it had been bleeding. From my window, I stared at the moon hanging low and swollen in the sky, the light from it had turned the forest into shades of crimson. This was what the wolves called the blood moon. I always wondered if it was only a legend but today I worry that it might just be an omen.

“He’s near.”my wolf whispered in what sounded like she was afraid. “Who?” I whispered back, but she only growled.

Outside the grounds had gone ...