Chapter 241-1

A loud electronic whirring buzzed furiously and a shrill alarm resounded as the huge shutter doors began to open, stark grey giving way to a sliver of dark indigo. A rush of cool air hit my face. Beside me, Brandon exhaled a small gasp and behind us the Varúlfur emitted a strange keening sound, almost melodic in tone, and it wasn't long before I realised why. Seeming closer than usual, the moon shone big and bright, so full and round in a perfectly clear night sky. Under normal circumstances I would have gasped too, enraptured by its beauty, instead I silently cursed it for what it was; a blue moon, not because of its colour, but because of its rare occurrence, the second full moon in a calendar month and the only night upon which The Lost's blood could be used to open the Gates of Hell. I'd always wondered how I would feel seeing the Blue Moon for the first time, ever since I'd found out that it was on this night that Lucius could be killed. I'd fretted over its power and