Chapter 47 The Eclipse Cracks

• The wind that swept across the castle grounds carried the scent of burnt stone, blood, and ash. Silence hung over Bloodhowl like a final breath waiting to be exhaled. The ritual grounds were in ruins, scorched black by the force of Scott’s awakening. No wolf had dared speak in the hour that followed. Not even Jacobs.
• Lucy sat at Scott’s bedside in the healer’s wing, her fingers brushing his damp curls. His chest rose and fell in steady, shallow breaths. He had not stirred since the explosion of light. His mark — the crescent moon — now glowed with a dim silver hue, pulsing softly like a heartbeat. It was just like when she had hers.
• “You shouldn't be here,” Cassandra’s voice broke the quiet, but it wasn’t unkind. “You need rest, Lucy. You're still bleeding.”