The air shimmered with heat, power, and unspoken hunger. The elite gathered not just for pleasure, but to seal alliances, test dominance, and claim what the Moon allowed.

Every full moon, the supernatural elite gathered under crimson skies to surrender to their darkest urges. It was ancient. Sacred. And she had never meant to be part of it. Not until tonight.

Lyra stood barefoot on the cold marble of the Moon Court nestled deep within the forest, it rose like a forgotten altar. Her heart pounded harder than the drumbeats behind played loudly. The silver silk robe they’d given her barely clung to her trembling frame. Around her, masked strangers...