The Moon-Popping Tree

Last year, I wrote a book about werewolves. "They were fated... and they were cursed. Bound by destiny and torn apart by dark magic, their only hope lies in an ancient prophecy. To break the curse, they must travel to the Moon of the Popping Tree, a hidden realm where the moonlight touches a fog-laced lake surrounded by whispering white trees. But time is running out. The curse grows stronger with every heartbeat, and only when the moon reaches its highest point in the sky, casting its silver reflection across the sacred waters, can the bond be restored... or lost forever."

"This picture perfectly captures the scene I described in my book."