Chapter 7

The night sky above Crimson Moon was nothing like Frostfang. Here, the stars shone brighter. The air felt clearer. The moon—so close, it felt like it was watching from just above your shoulder. Rocco and I sat at the edge of a cliff, the wind brushing past us. He took off his cloak and draped it over my shoulders. I leaned my head against his shoulder. Beneath me, the stone was cold. But inside— I felt more at peace than I had in years. “You know,” I murmured, “I once sat...