~ Lilith's POV ~
Crescents. Crescents. Crescents.
The day I had longed for, the day I had bled and suffered for, was finally here. My family—the true Crescents..were waking. Stronger than ever before.
My fingers trembled as they trailed across the jagged surface of the broken statue, the stone that had once been their prison. Fine cracks spread like veins across the cold marble, proof that life was already stirring within them. The ancient spell was working.
The blood of the twins had helped. It always had to be blood. And now, it was time for the final movement.
From my cloak, I drew out a handkerchief containing the twins' blood. I pressed it into the urn of ashes and lifted it to my lips The ashes scattered, drifting in the air like black snow, landing upon every single statue.
The binding step. The tether. The moment that tied every Crescent together.
