Chapter 39 The Rise of the Blood Moon

Amara’s POV

A red paint job was applied to the sky. The deep, enraged crimson of a rising blood moon, not the red of firelight or sunsets. Like a plague on the land, it hung high over the Obsidian Pack's camp.

The wind howled all around me as I stood in the middle of the camp, my hands clenched ti...

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