C84 THE BLOOD MOON PROPHECY

The night sky was split in half.

Half burned in gold.

Half drowned in crimson.

The Blood Moon hung low, spreading its light across the valley as if the heavens themselves were warning of what was to come.

Elara stood on the ridge, her cloak snapping in the wind. Below her, the remnants of the Alpha’s kingdom gleamed softly – ruins, smoke, and flames that refused to die