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The forest never truly slept.Even after the confrontation at the ancient dais, Selene could feel it watching her—breathing, waiting. The whispers hadn’t stopped since that night. They echoed in her ears with every step she took through the palace, like secrets carried on invisible threads. Sometimes they came in the voice of the moon goddess. Other times, in a language no one alive should understand.Back in Silverfang Palace, the grand halls felt too bright, too hollow. Marble floors gleamed with perfection, yet everything was coated with a sheen of unease. No one else knew what had happened in the forest. Aleron had made her promise to keep it hidden—for now.“They’ll fear you,” he had said grimly, gripping her hands like a lifeline. “And if they fear you, they’ll try to control you. Or kill you.”Selene wasn’t sure what terrified her more—the truth of what she might be or the knowledge that her mate believed she might be hunted for it.She stood now at the window of her chambers,

The night air was heavy with an ominous chill, thick with the scent of moss, earth, and something far older—something primal. Selene stood at the edge of the ancient forest, her pulse racing as the trees seemed to whisper secrets in the dark.Behind her, the grand halls of Silverfang Palace echoed with music and merriment—another celebration, another distraction. But tonight, she couldn’t stay behind polished walls pretending not to feel the call.She could sense it—something was shifting.The blood moon was only days away, and for the first time since she arrived at Silverfang, the forest felt... alive. Restless.Selene gripped the silver dagger Aleron had given her, its ornate handle warm in her palm. She wasn’t supposed to be out here. Especially not alone. But the voice in her dreams had returned—louder, insistent.“Come to the glade where the moon first kissed the earth,” it had said.She took a cautious step forward.Snap.She spun, dagger raised.“Easy, little flame.” Aleron em

The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting an ethereal glow over the towering pines that guarded the outskirts of the Nightfang territory. The world was quiet, but inside Seraya, a storm raged.She stood near the tree line in silence, barefoot on the damp soil. The crisp wind tugged at the hem of her nightdress, and her silver hair glistened under the moonlight. This was where she came when she couldn’t breathe, when the walls of the palace closed in and the whispers of the pack became too loud. Out here, with the scent of pine and soil, she could pretend—pretend she wasn’t mated to the most powerful Alpha alive. Pretend she wasn’t forbidden.She closed her eyes and leaned against the rough bark of a tree. Her fingers curled into fists as she tried to ground herself. The bond between her and Killian was a living thing, always tugging, always calling. It was worse at night. More intense. Like their souls reached for each other in the dark.“You always run here when you’re trouble

The forest was unusually silent that night. No rustling of leaves, no howling wind, not even the usual chirps of nocturnal birds. It was the kind of silence that felt loud—a warning cloaked in stillness. Elena felt it in her bones as she paced behind the pack house, her heart still pounding from her earlier encounter with Lucien.She couldn’t erase the sensation of his fingertips brushing her skin, the way his voice had dipped low when he’d called her “mine.” It had sounded possessive. Dangerous. But what scared her more wasn’t him—it was her own response. She had felt something. Something more than fear.Something primal.Something forbidden.“You should be resting,” came a voice from behind her. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Kael, her best friend, and the beta of the Crescent Blood Pack. He was the only person who knew the truth—knew that she wasn’t just another omega. She was the daughter of a disgraced alpha and the bearer of a secret that could dismantle the pack if it c

The dawn was eerily silent as Kael returned to the heart of the camp, the captured traitor bound and under heavy guard. The faces of his people—worn, anxious, yet hopeful—greeted him as he approached the great fire pit, the center of their gathering. Today was not just about punishment; it was about setting a precedent.Kael’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Betrayal cut deep, but he understood the desperation that could drive a soul to darkness. Still, the laws of the pack could not be bent for sympathy alone. To survive, they had to be united, strong, and unyielding.The tribal council assembled quickly, a circle of elders and warriors whose judgments shaped the fate of the kingdom. Kael took his place at the head, his gaze fierce and commanding. The traitor was brought forward, eyes lowered in shame.“Why should this man be spared?” Kael asked the council, voice steady but heavy.Eira, standing close by, spoke first. “He endangered us all, King. Our enemies will see weakn

The first light of dawn barely pierced the dense canopy of the forest surrounding the camp. A heavy mist clung to the ground, swallowing sound and sight alike. Kael woke with a start, the weight of last night’s revelations pressing down on him like a stone. Trust was a fragile thing, and now it was shattered.He moved quietly through the camp, eyes scanning the faces of his men—each one a potential threat, or perhaps an innocent caught in a web of suspicion. His heart ached with the knowledge that betrayal could come from the closest quarters.Lyra was already awake, sitting by the fire, sharpening her blade with slow, precise movements. Her gaze met his as he approached, steady and unwavering. “We have to act carefully,” she said. “Rushing will only drive the traitor deeper into hiding.”Kael nodded. “Tonight, we’ll send scouts disguised as deserters. They’ll seek out the rebel informant.”As the day dragged on, Kael’s thoughts churned. The burden of leadership was suffocating, but h