The ancient ruins of the Moon Temple stood silent beneath the silver sky. Moss blanketed its fallen stones, and vines crawled through shattered columns like time reclaiming its secrets. Once a sacred place for Luna's chosen, it had been destroyed in the old wars—left to crumble in shadow.
But tonight, under the watch of the waning moon, something stirred.
Aria stepped into the heart of the ruins, her bare feet brushing against cracked marble and soft earth. She wore no armor, only a simple tunic cinched with the Alpha seal. Her silver hair, half-loosened from battle, shimmered in the dim light. Spirit energy whispered across her skin like a second wind, drawn to the magic still pulsing in the stones.
Behind her, Caleb followed, quiet as breath. He carried no weapons either. There was no need for them tonight.
He stopped beside her, his gaze drifting upward to the arch of the broken ceiling where stars flickered between fragments of stone. "It's beautiful," he murmured.
