Whispers Before the Moon

Previously

…The immediate threat had been quelled, but the underlying darkness, the ancient hunger, still lingered. And Lyra, the man I loved, was inextricably bound to it, a warden and a harbinger all at once. Our love was a defiant bloom in a scarred landscape, a whispered promise against the encroaching silence. But the whispers of what remained, the unanswered questions about Lyra’s true nature and the extent of the darkness he contained, suggested our story was far from over. It was merely beginning anew, on a path shrouded in mist and mystery, a path we would walk together, for as long as the moon still rose.