Chapter 30 The Gate Of Forgotten Gods

The full moon hung heavy in the sky like a watching eye—too large, too close, and unnervingly quiet. The land below held its breath as if even the wind feared what was to come. Aria stood at the edge of the high cliff, overlooking the valley the old legends called Varn’s Hollow. According to the ancient tome Elias uncovered, this valley was home to something older than werewolves and witches—something forgotten on purpose.