The air was still, heavy with the weight of an approaching storm. The rare lunar event, known as the Blood Eclipse, had begun. The moon, large and ominously red, cast an eerie glow across the land, making every shadow seem alive. Cinder stood in the clearing, her heart pounding as she watched the sky. She felt it in her bones—tonight, something would change.
The pack gathered behind her, uneasy murmurs passing through the wolves. The moon's strange light seemed to unsettle everyone, as if it were whispering secrets too ancient to comprehend. Jason's absence was a hollow ache in her chest, but Cinder kept her gaze steady. She had to be strong for them all.
As the moon turned crimson, a strange wind swept through the clearing, chilling Cinder to the core. It wasn't just the cold; it was something darker, something that made her wolf stir uneasily. She closed her eyes, reaching out with her senses.
