Chapter Thirteen: The Secrets of the Moon
The night descended quickly over the enclave, casting long shadows across the stone paths. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, but there was something else, an electric charge, like the anticipation before a storm. Evelyn stood at the edge of the small garden near her quarters, trying to steady her breathing. The weight of everything she had learned that day—Darius's cryptic warnings, Lira's cold words, and the shocking truth of her bloodline, was almost too much to bear.
Her mind raced as she replayed every conversation, every glance exchanged. Alaric had been careful with his words, but she could sense the underlying fear in him. And Lira… Evelyn wasn't sure what to make of her. The woman had power, that much was certain, but there was something deeper, something almost desperate in her warnings.
