Allissa
“They named it for the grief. The Weeping Moon. I have seen one,” she said, and the whole terrace understood at once how old that made her. “One, in all my years. The night it came, every beast in the world went mad and then went silent. The tides forgot their schedule. And those of us who could feel the deep magics felt the oldest law in the world go thin as river ice in spring.”
“Explain that,” Darren said quietly. “The law going thin.”
“Your blessings, Lycan King. All of them.” She lifted a trembling claw toward where Thorin sat, then let it drift toward me. “The fire in his line. The silver in hers. The sanctity that makes a fated bond unbreakable. These are gifts of the gods and of the Moon Goddess, sealed by her light, and on every ordinary night that light holds them firm
