CHAPTER 23

ASHINA’S POV

As I left the palace, the statue of Boris Nightbane at the main gate caught my eye, yet again. From every inch of the sculpture glowed a powerful aura.

Boris Nightbane was such an admirable Alpha Prince who had proven himself to be the greatest leader to have ever been in the Ironclaw Pack.

Determined to release part of our territory from the rogues and other Alpha traitors, Boris had been protecting our tribe for more than a year now.

We had not seen him much. He knew that he had to be at the borders, delegating instructions, planning war strategies and fighting until his last breath.

He was someone I longed to be. I wanted to be as charged as he was. Thus, I would be able to restore my family prestige in our pack.

The cool night air brushed against my skin as I lifted my eyes to the sky. The moon, pale and luminous, slowly ascended above the treetops, casting its silvery glow over the land.

A deep shudder ran through my body as I felt its pull—ancient and beyond doub