An unusual stillness that made my nerves jump was in the night air dense with strange quiet. Though the combat had finished hours ago, the real fight—the one that would decide the destiny of my pack, my legacy—had only just started.
Running my fingers over the Crescent Mark on my wrist, I could feel the constant pulse of electricity under my flesh. A symbol of my ancestry, my power, and my fate, it has been with me from birth. But tonight, standing on the edge of the Moonlit Temple's ruins, it glowed stronger than ever as if reacting to something hidden—something invisible.
Luca stood next to me, his golden eyes carefully and resolutely studying the shadows. "You feel it too, don't you? "He said softly.
My heart raced as I nodded. "It's beckoning me."
