The sky that had been clear was now turning gray.
Dark clouds gathered over the camp like a great curtain slowly covering the sun. The wind blew harder, making tent cloths flap and pack flags wave wildly.
But what made the atmosphere feel heavy was not the weather.
It was a single sentence written on that black paper.
"If the wolves want a new world… then their Luna must come alone to the Shadowlands."
The paper was still in Lucien's hand.
His gaze was sharp as he read the words once more.
Darius stood a few steps away, his large axe resting on his shoulder.
"Just throw that paper away," he growled. "We're not going to play their game."
Cassian, on the other hand, looked far too relaxed for the situation.
He twirled his dagger slowly while staring at the black bird that had fallen earlier.
"Game?" he said softly. "This feels more like an invitation."
Darius scoffed.
"An invitation to a trap."
