Chapter 119: The Bloodmoon Rises

The moon was wrong.

Too pale.

Too still.

Lyla stared at it through the thinning canopy. The full moon hung in the sky like a frozen eye, watching, waiting. Its light touched the forest but gave no warmth.

The bond stirred beneath her feet. Weak. Anxious.

The forest knew.

The Bloodmoon was comi...