Secrets and unspoken pledges abound on that evening. From a distance, the dark outline of the ancient grove known as the Forbidden Crescent loomed—a place murmured about in subdued tones by those who dared remember the stories of our ancestors. For millennia, the Crescent Bloodline had been a legacy carved in shadow and silver, a gift as well as a curse. Even if that truth threatened to destroy everything I believed in, tonight, Aria, the Crescent Alpha, would enter its depths driven to find the truth buried within its holy ground.