Sky-mist Canyon, The Wolf Tribe, inside the largest blue-brick tile house.
The afternoon sunlight spilled through the window lattice onto the floor tiles in the master bedroom.
Luna Sutton was lying on the soft couch, hugging her belly for a short nap, covered with a thin blanket, when she suddenly woke from a nightmare.
Her face was pale, clutching her wildly beating heart, her fingertips tightly gripping the Beast Skin Blanket.
In the dream, Malachi Arcanus and Mael Valerius fell into a pitch-black abyss, bloodied and struggling inside, with Kian Sterling's cold smile as he turned away—dark and devilish like a demon from Hell.
Thinking of Malachi heading out to hunt in Southern Grolnok today, her face turned even more grim.
Just as she was about to ask the system.
