The night stretched over the pack,

The night stretched over the pack, but the darkness was insignificant compared to the storm raging between us. Outside the den, Zora revealed her true nature, a monster rooted in bitterness and a thirst for power. Cierce and I, bound by hands, listened attentively to the confessions that, so cruel, seemed to arise from a distorted nightmare.

Zora stared at me with cold and bitter eyes, words laden with resentment cutting through the night air. She unveiled the horrors she had committed to try to take my place as Hunter's Luna.

Losing her own child while burning the cabin, all to incriminate me, was a cruelty beyond imagination. Consternation overwhelmed me in the face of such a perverse revelation.

“The worst,” Zora said, “was seeing the relief in Hunter's eyes when he learned the baby died. He disguised it well, but I could feel it.”

I looked at Zora with an impassive expression. “No father