Heat of the Blood Moon

The night preceding the Blood Moon hung over Obsidian Keep like a taut bowstring. Outside, the northern wind had dropped to a dead calm, leaving the snow-draped pine forests smothered in eerie, breathless silence. High in the indigo heavens, the moon was swollen and vast, its ivory surface already tinged with a faint, ominous blush of crimson around the edges. Inside the Alpha’s master suite, a roaring fire blazed in…