ed entries about the "Silver Moon," hinted at rituals, sacrifices,

t shine for beauty but for revelation. Its light

ght of a flickering bulb. The sound of the wind outside felt almost alive, a whisper

ack. With my heart pounding, I peered outside. At first, I saw nothi

n's voice brok

eled, his eyes reflecting something between worry and urgency. The

d, stepping in without waiting for an in

ut?" I asked, as I folded

is gaze fell to the journal on the tabl

the Silver Moon, isn't there? Somet

pine clinging to him. "It's not just fear, Evelyn. It's history. The Silver Moon was a time of... reve

I interrupted, my voi

were low, almost a whisper, but the wei

spoken between us, something magnetic. Rowan's hand brushed against mine on

're not telling me ever

he admitted, his vo

ss further, a distant howl cut through the night. It wasn't the

chair scraping back violen

" I demanded, m

he Silver Moon," he said grim

through the tangled branches, casting silver beams that glittered on the grou

I asked breathlessly

trunk gnarled and etched with time. It was the same tree I had visited

way moss to reveal something metalli

ncover the Silver Moon's secrets," he sa

" I asked, my

tatic but alive, moving with an unnatural fluidity. My breath hitched as the figures emer

Rowan said und

dered. "What

h," he said, as he p

that sent chills down my spine. But as it locked eyes with Rowan

d, his voice low and c

ned. "What a

e," he w

s I couldn't e

the shadows, its form disappearing as quickly as it had app

ned?" I asked, m

you know," he said, his

u, isn't it?" M

first time, I noticed the faint scar running along h

of them," sh

fore his gaze dropped to the lo

re. My world tilted as I realized the secrets of the Silver Moon we