Serena Blythewood

Seph was once the Holy Maiden of the Crescent Moon Tribe, born with the power to calm frenzied wolves. But during a lunar eclipse on the borderlands, she lost control, causing her clansmen to descend into madness and nearly wiping out the entire tribe. Branded a "Harbinger of Doom," she was forced to leap off a cliff to survive—and the world believed her dead. Five years later, as the eclipse returned, Leo, her former guardian and now the feared "Eclipse Warlord," led his army to purge the wolf realm of the "Harbinger's remnants." The cold and merciless new lord of the Sacred Clan swore to eradicate all traitors, unaware that the one chosen by the Moon Goddess as the "Savior" was the very woman he had once cast into exile.

Exile's Echo

The obsidian cliffs of Lune’s Eye loomed ahead, carved by centuries of ritual and bone.


Storm winds howled through the crater’s spires. From the highest summit, Selene’s crimson banners flared—woven from sacrifice, prophecy, and blood.


Leo crouched behind a jagged outcrop with Seph, Ravik, and a few remaining rebels.


Cormac had stayed behind with the main army, holding the western ridge—buying time they hadn’t asked for.


Seph’s gaze fixed on the rising spiral of zealots surrounding the crater’s core. “They’re channeling already.”


Leo nodded. “The vortex is forming. I can feel it.”


Seph grimaced. “Every minute it spins, it feeds off us.”


Leo reached into his coat and pulled out a flask. “Drink.”


“Painkiller. You’ll need it for the descent.”


She hesitated. “Will it numb the link?”


“No. But it’ll let you scream without shattering it.”


Chapter 13 – Tremors of the Heart