Chapter 11
Chapter 11: The Blood Moon's Shadow
Glen and Elara navigate the cave system toward the surface, encountering a wounded hunter who reveals the Lord's true plan and the location of Glen's mother. They emerge into the forest at dusk, only to be confronted by Corbin with news that the Blood Moon rises in two nights, not three.
The river pulled them deeper. Water lapped at Glen's thighs, cold and relentless, and the darkness pressed in from all sides. Elara's hand stayed locked in his, her grip tight enough to hurt. She didn't complain. She never did. Not about the cold, not about the dark, not about the blood still seeping from the cut on his arm.
"There," she said, her voice barely a whisper. He followed her gaze. A faint light, gray and watery, bled through a crack in the stone ceiling ahead. Dawn. Or dusk. He'd lost track of time in the caves.
They pushed toward it. The tunnel narrowed, forcing them to walk single file, shoulders scraping against rough rock. The light grew stronger, and with it came the sound of wind. Real wind, not the damp breath of the underground.
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