The forest was silent except for the pounding in my ears and the mark burning under my skin—like it agreed with every word.
Inside the packhouse, Arlo spread his notes and the Codex across the long wooden table. The ancient pages shimmered faintly, words shifting like they were alive.
Asher stood behind him, arms crossed, eyes on the Codex but thoughts elsewhere. I could feel his unease through our bond.
Arlo rubbed his eyes. “The Codex speaks of the Blood of the First Moon. Long ago, one wolf line was chosen to guard the balance between light and shadow. Your line, Trinity.”
I frowned. “Guard the balance? Between what?”
“Between the spirit of the Moon and the blood of the Earth.” Arlo said. “The guardian you fought was part of that balance, but when the bloodline broke, it was trappe
