Elena tilted her head back as they walked, looking up at the sky. The moon hung full and bright overhead, its light washing the buildings in silver and casting sharp shadows across the cobblestones.
"Moon's so bright tonight," she said, her voice was quiet but casual.
"It's the Crimson Tide," the hooded figure replied without looking at her. "When the moon reaches its peak, vampire and wolf beastkin bloodlines become more active. Their essence flows stronger, and instincts sharpen."
Elena glanced at the figure, a small smile tugging at her lips. "That's why you chose tonight for this, isn't it?"
The figure didn't answer, but their silence was confirmation enough.
They walked through three more streets, taking turns that seemed random but it was a route designed to lose any potential followers.
