Chapter 50: The Moon Goddess Rises
The Blood Moon didn't just shine. It bled.
It hung heavy in the sky, swollen and crimson, casting the Blackthorn mountains in a light that made the snow look like rivers of red.
I stood on the highest ridge. The wind whipped my hair around my face. My cloak billowed behind me like dark wings.
Below, the pack had gathered. Hundreds of wolves stood in a vast circle, their eyes reflecting the crimson glow. They were silent. Reverent.
This was the night.
My scars burned under my skin. But it wasn't pain. It was power. Silver light pulsed brighter with every heartbeat, spreading across my body in intricate, glowing patterns.
Thump.
Our daughter kicked hard inside me. She knew.
Victor stepped forward from the circle.
He was naked under the Blood Moon,
