Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Hollow pulsed beneath the moonless sky.
It was no longer merely a place of magic, but a living vessel, aware of the thread now reaching beyond its borders. And within it, Liora stood still—watching the veil of reality shimmer, feeling her bones hum with the rhythm of two worlds colliding.
A girl was coming.
Not by force. Not by war.
But by dream.
And dreams were the most dangerous magic of all.
—
Across the realm that knew nothing of witches or wolves, Ember Raine pressed her hand to the cold mirror of her small, dim room. The reflection was hers… and not.
A girl’s face flickered in its depths—bright eyes like molten gold, skin kissed by flame, and power written in the tilt of her chin. Not just power. Purpose.
Liora.
“I’m not crazy,” Ember whisp
