27: THE HOLLOW MOON ACCORD
Ayla – POV
The night after I named the Unmade, the moon vanished.
Not hidden by clouds.
Gone.
No glow.
Even the wolves felt it—the eerie quiet, the stillness in their blood. The bond might've been severed, but the moon always remained.
Until now.
Rylan called it a breach.
Kael called it a threat.
Daya just called it war.
But I…I called it a summons.
Because deep in my chest, where the old bond used to burn, something colder had begun to stir.
Not a thread.
A tether.
The Seers arrived unannounced.
Barefoot. Cloaked. Faces marked with crescent ash.
They did not bow.
They did not explain.
They simply spoke:
"The Hollow Moon has opened. The Accord must be made."
"What accord?" I asked.
"The one that predates thrones. Predates blood. Predates us."
They handed me a scroll and vanished.
Kael watched me read it.
It wasn't ink.