The air in Silverfang territory burned like it had been set ablaze—not with fire, but with tension. Wolves prowled the edges of the clearing, their golden eyes reflecting the blood moon’s eerie glow. The pack had gathered, not in unity, but in division,war was at hand.At the center stood Rowan, his cloak trailing like a shadow, his clawed hands resting on the hilt of a silver-edged blade. Behind him, loyalists shifted between forms, their snarls vibrating the ground.And across from them… Joel.The Alpha’s bare chest rose and fell with controlled fury. His golden eyes didn’t waver, even as Elora stumbled forward to stand beside him. Blood and ash streaked her skin, her glowing palms faint as exhaustion gnawed at her strength.“You survived the trials,” Rowan said, his voice calm yet dripping with venom. “But survival doesn’t make you worthy.”“She’s more than worthy,” Joel growled, his claws half-shifted. “She’s the prophecy.”Rowan’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “She’s a mistake
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