a Silver

nstinctively took a step back, right into the solid

von, dismissing his suppressed aura as in

ing of this?" my grandfather final

e had ever seen. "That was a Blood Moonflower! One single petal can help a warrior break through a plateau, can add ten

r.* The name was from legends, from children's stories. I

r of death. The priceless, mythical treasure she

ger who brought it into these lands. They say only the Shadow Lord of the Moonstone Vale has the right to possess such a thing." He scanned the crowd a

unassuming rogue standing behind me. The pack's conclusion was immediate and unanimous: Dravon ha

had ea

ity and scorn were gone, replaced by som

voice sharp and commanding. "Seraphina! You wi

speration. "We need to get it out of her! Use a purging t

veral warriors started to close in, their e

t shift. He just stood there, and an invisible wall of pressure sl

, his voice deadly quiet.

t the sheer, raw menace in h

es. He just wanted more flowers. "Boy," he said to Dravon. "I don't care about your mating games.

him with a look. His ey

me away. We walked through a sea of hateful, greedy,

... it was a sacred artifact?" I whispered, looking down at my hands, then a

ng eyes. "It was," he confirmed, his voice calm. "An

e first time. Gratitude, fear, and a burning