Alana's POV
The full moon hung low and swollen in the sky, its glow casting an eerie silver sheen over the palace grounds. From the tall arched windows of my chamber, the moonlight flooded in like a ghost's breath, and I felt it pulling me at the edges of my soul.
The pendant around my neck, my mother's heirloom, grew warmer with each passing hour. I had not removed it since the vision. I couldn't. It clung to me now like a second skin, or perhaps a second fate.
The air was restless, vibrating with something ancient and cold. Wolves howled in the distance not the kind that sang for joy or kinship, but the kind that warned of blood and coming storms. I stood still, trying to breathe past the unease that had taken residence deep in my gut, when suddenly, the world tilted again.
It wasn't a slow descent this time.
