Caitlyn couldn’t ignore it anymore. The voice from the Hollow Fang relic had grown stronger, clearer, a constant whisper in the back of her mind, seeping into her thoughts like an insidious presence. It didn’t speak in threats or accusations. It didn’t demand anything of her—no, it spoke in memories. Memories she had never lived.

She saw flashes of Moonborn history, moments from a time long past, flickering before her like shadows stretching across the walls of her mind. She felt the weight of them—visions of rituals, of battles fought long before she was born, of sacrifices made in the name of survival. They weren’t her memories. She had never...