Three days had passed since Aria's vision in the seer's hut.
She hadn't slept well since.
The image of the shadow stealing Luna light still haunted her—the voice echoing, “You are the last thread.”
But maybe… she wasn’t.
That hope arrived just before dawn.
A scout burst into the training yard, breathless. “A rogue was caught crossing the eastern border… but she wasn’t attacking. She asked for Luna Aria. By name.”
Axel stiffened beside her. “Bring her.”
Within the hour, a woman in tattered robes stood before them, her wrists bound, eyes sharp with defiance and exhaustion.
She bowed her head slightly. “I am Liora. Former Luna of the Moon’s Hollow Pack… before it was burned to ash.”
Aria’s breath caught.
Moon’s Hollow had vanished over a decade ago—no survivors. No trace. Just rumor
