Eleanora’s POV

The moon had always comforted me.

But tonight, it called to me.

Not softly, not gently, but with the deep, thrumming pull of ancient magic humming in my bones. I stood at the balcony of our chamber in the Hollow, staring up at the silver orb above. It was full, perfect… and yet somehow different.

Alive.

And it wanted something from me.

“Eleanora?” Gannon’s voice was low, cautious. “You’ve been out here for hours.”

I didn’t turn. “Can you feel it?”

He stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I feel you. You’re glowing.”

That wasn’t metaphorical.

I looked down at my skin faint traces of...