Reya's POVThe Blood Moon bled into the night sky, a crimson omen casting its glow across the sacred field of the ancients. The ground pulsed beneath my feet—alive, angry, ancient. All around me, wolves gathered in tense silence, forming a circle wide enough to hold centuries of pain and power.I stood barefoot in the dirt, head high, body trembling—not from fear, but from the storm caged inside me.Across from me, Myra approached with slow, deliberate steps. She wore war leathers painted in ash and blood, the mark of the rogue queen etched across her chest like a curse. Her eyes—once kind—now blazed with bitterness."You came alone," she said."I didn’t need an army," I replied, my voice sharper than steel. "Only justice."She laughed. “Justice? You think challenging me will fix what you broke?”I stepped forward. “No. But it will end what you started.”Gasps rippled through the circle. Somewhere behind me, I heard s Alpha Tristan growl. The Lycan King stood at the edge of the field,
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