The Moon Goddess’ Temple

When Shani returned to her tent, the night was blanketing the forest in dusky blue. An outfit had been set next to her bed—the colors of Blacktooth, black and cream, sewn into a beautiful dress. It was the first time she wouldn’t be wearing the black and deep red of the Bloodrose.

As she shrugged off her regular outfit and shimmied into the thigh-length dress, she felt a sudden longing for her mother. Every month Rossie never failed to help ...