Whispers Before the Moon

Previously

…The choice was stark, brutal. Flee with Lyra, the man who had stolen her heart, and abandon her home to its fate? Or stay, and face the encroaching shadow, knowing that the man she loved was inextricably linked to its terror, and that their love itself might be the very thing the darkness craved? Tears welled in her eyes, blurring his silhouette. The scent of pine and damp earth was now tinged with the metallic tang of blood, and the whispers of her dreams had become a deafening roar. The moon, a sliver of bone, watched her, a silent witness to her impossible decision. The shadows were gathering, and within them, their love, and her village, teetered on the precipice of oblivion.