The northern horn had sounded for a reason.
And I knew, deep inside, this was nothing like Crescent Vale.
Jax and I stood side by side in the moonlit courtyard. The packhouse was quiet except for the soft shuffle of our warriors moving to their stations. My heart thudded in my chest, faster than it ever had. Oakley stirred inside me, restless, agitated.
“Something’s coming.” She whispered. “Something old… and dangerous.”
I nodded, gripping her presence. I could feel the power of the moon pulsing through her, echoing in my own chest. Oakley and I had trained for years, but this felt different — bigger. Heavier.
Jax tightened his hand around mine. “Sage… whatever happens, we’re together.”
I tried to believe that. I wanted to. But deep down, a chill ran through me. Oakley growled softly
