Crimson Moon's Embrace

Previously

…As Lyra leaned in, her lips brushing against Elara’s, a sudden, sharp cry pierced the night. Elara’s head snapped up, her heart leaping into her throat. Standing at the edge of the trees, her face pale and stricken, was Anya. The crimson moon illuminated her shocked expression, her eyes wide with disbelief and dawning horror. The music, the laughter, the entire festival seemed to fall silent, the only sound the frantic beating of Elara’s own heart. Anya’s gaze, locked onto Elara and Lyra, was a silent accusation, a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. The intoxicating embrace of the crimson moon’s magic shattered, replaced by the cold, stark reality of her secret exposed.