Chapter 80

• Third pov
• The morning after the Blue Moon Festival came with a strange silence. The air outside was still damp from the night dew, and the scent of burnt torches still lingered in the courtyard. The joy and laughter that had filled the pack the night before were gone, replaced by whispers and uneasy glances.
• Velvet sat by the window in her room, staring at the light breaking through the curtains. Her eyes were tired and swollen from crying. She hadn’t slept a single hour. All night she had replayed the moment when the seer’s bowl went dim — when the spark faded and the moon said nothing.