under the crescent

The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light cascading over the dense forest surrounding Xavier's territory. The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the skin and made breathing an effort. Timbre lay on the cold stone floor of her cell, her body exhausted, yet her mind whirring with relentless thoughts. The events of the past few days had shifted something within her—a transformation she didn't fully comprehend yet, but could feel in her very bones.She had always known she was different. The other lone wolves she’d encountered over the years had quickly picked up on it, too, keeping their distance as though sensing some hidden danger within her. But Timbre had never felt truly powerful—until now. Since her encounter with Xavier at the ball, something had awakened inside her, something primal and potent. And with it came a wave of confusion and fear. Who was she really? And what was this connection she seemed to have with Xavier?The door to her cell creaked open, and Tim