The following evening, Luna decided to venture into town. She needed answers, even if she didn't know what questions to ask.
As she walked into the small, dimly lit tavern, the murmurs of conversation quieted. She felt eyes follow her as she moved to the bar, her face unfamiliar to most, though a few of the older patrons seemed to recognize her.
At a nearby table, two men were talking in low voices. She caught bits of their conversation, something about the Blood Moon and a prophecy she didn't understand. Her skin prickled as one of them spoke of the "lost one," a figure destined to bring change—or destruction.
Her heart raced. Could they be talking about her?
A chill ran down her spine as the pieces began to fall into place. She had returned during the Blood Moon, and there was something about her that marked her as different.
As she left the tavern, a flicker of movement caught her eye. On a tree nearby, she spotted a symbol etched into the bark—a twisted shape, part wolf, part moon. She reached out, her fingers brushing the cold bark, and felt a strange sense of recognition. The mark was a calling card of the Greywood Pack—the pack of the man with the golden eyes.