It happens at the end of the week in the Moonveil.
You are hunting for your first Lunar Mark when you feel it — that shiver in the air.
From the misted garden, a cloaked figure steps forward. The moonlight catches pale eyes and sharper-than-human features. A faint scent of roses and cold stone.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the voice is velvet… and warning.
Before you can answer, a distant howl splits the air. The figure turns sharply toward the forest, their expression unreadable.
Somewhere beyond the tree line, something fast and wild is watching you.
The night holds two predators… and you are caught between them.
Which path do you choose?