~Annalyn POV~
Ezra grinned, his runes glowing faintly under his shirt. "It's simple. We need a sacred space—the clearing by the mill works. Blood from each of us, a chant from the scroll, and Annalyn's Moon Alpha power to seal it. It'll bind us to you, lock out the spirit."
Calix snorted, crossing his arms. "Sounds like a group project from hell. What's the catch?"
"No catch," Ezra said, shrugging. "Unless you count being tied to her forever."
Matteo frowned, tapping the scroll. "Forever's a long time. What if it backfires?"
"It won't," Ezra said, his voice firm. "I've studied this. The prophecy needs all of us—or the shadow brother wins."
I shivered, thinking of Gideon's smug face. "Fine. But we need to secure the clearing first. No more surprise attacks."
Lucas nodded, standing. "I'll scout it now. Make sure the Visayas aren't lurking."
"I'm coming," I said, grabbing my jacket.
He shot me a look. "Your heat's too strong. You'll draw them like moths."
