What the Moon RevealsSophia's POV

The ceremonial grounds east of the castle were ancient — a wide, flat expanse of open land ringed by old-growth trees, their branches silver in the full moon's light. Stone markers stood at intervals around the perimeter, carved with Lycan glyphs that Maren had told me were older than the kingdom itself, older than the royal line, older than everything except the moon overhead and the blood that answered it.

The court assembled at midnight.

Every Lycan of ...