Chapter 174

Eva’s POV

Blood Moon Rites.

The sky looks sick tonight and painted red like it’s bleeding. My heart thuds unevenly as I follow Rain through the dense forest path. We shouldn’t be here. Not in this part of the territory, not under this cursed moon. But we are.

Rain walks ahead unafraid, she walked like she has a great mission to accomplish , the hem of her black cloak brushing against her knees. She didn’t even flinch once, not even when the wind howls through the trees. She holds the small crystal vial close to her chest, its dark essence glowing faintly. I clutch my mother’s grimoire tighter against me, the old leather warm from my palms.

“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, my voice barely loud.

Rain stops, turns her head slightly, and gives me that look, the one that silences any