The night sky over Silverfang glowed a deep, rich red.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
The Blood Moon had been predicted for next year. Yet here it was, rising above the dark treetops like a glowing wound in the heavens, its eerie red light bathing the entire estate.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
Even the wolves who were asleep in their cottages stirred. Windows opened. Doors creaked. One by one, every single member of the pack stepped out into the open, staring up at the sky in hushed wonder.
A low murmur started, like the rustling of trees in the wind. Whispers spread like wildfire.
Aria stood beside Liora, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.
"This isn't right," she whispered.
"It's too early," Liora agreed, her voice trembling.
Inside the main courtyard, Alpha Thorne stormed out, his black robe whipping behind him. His sharp eyes scanned the sky, then turned toward Elder Vaughn.
"What is this?" he barked. "The Blood Moon wasn't due!"
