Fated to the moon

candle casting long shadows across the room. His work had been forgotten, the pages of his latest report sitting untouched in front of him. The only thin

wondered. Who is she? There was something about her that felt... familiar. But how could that be? He didn't know her. Yet, t

. He needed answers. But what could he ask? What's happening to me? The strange sensations, the odd dreams that had begun to plague him after th

ty, the building was an old, abandoned warehouse draped in ivy and creeping vines. Its rusted gates barely visible in the dim glow of the s

sworn to stay away from him, yet her thoughts were consumed with him. Their brief exchange had ignited something

m him, Lyra. The boy is a danger to your k

rk on his wrist, the faint glow that pulsed with an eerie, unnatural light. That mark was no ordinary

op. She needed answers, and there was only one person who

real to be just dreams. In the dream, he was no longer in his apartment. He stood in a dense, fog-covered forest, surrounded by toweri

was him, but not him. His face was the same, yet his eyes were different-unnatural. The man's lips moved, though Ethan couldn't

deep, primal fear gripped his chest, and he knew-knew-that th

e, and the air smelled of earth and iron. He felt the presence of others-figures watching him from the shadows. Their eyes glowed faintl

of sorrow, her eyes filled with a warning he couldn't decipher. She reached out to him, her fingers brushing h

Ethan any longer. She had to understand why he had been marked by t

forgotten by time. This man, Faelan, was an old acquaintance-one who had once been part of her pack before he

d?" Lyra demanded, her voice sharp, as

arrowing. "You shouldn't be here, Lyra," he muttered. "Yo

voice cold. "Tell me about the mark on his wr

nd most dangerous in existence. He's not just a human, Lyra. Ethan Blackwood is part of something far m

ed in sweat. The dream had felt so real. And the hunger... it was still there. The gn

self. His reflection in the mirror was pale, his eyes bloodshot. But there was some

didn't know what was happening to him, but he couldn't ignore it any longer. His connection to Lyra

There were too many questions, too many unanswered truths. And, somehow,