The moon hung low that night—too close, too bright.It pressed against my skin like a living thing, humming beneath my bones, restless in a way I had never felt before. The pack felt it too. I could sense their unease through the bond—tight nerves, shallow breaths, hearts beating faster than they should.Something was coming.I stood at the balcony of the Alpha house, fingers curled around the stone railing, staring into the forest beyond our borders. The wind carried the scent of iron and smoke. Blood and betrayal.Behind me, I heard Liam approach.He never masked his presence from me.“You feel it,” he said quietly.I didn’t turn. “The moon is angry.”Liam stopped beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. Even through the thin fabric of my clothes, I felt the heat of him, solid and grounding. Royal power rolled off him in restrained waves—controlled, disciplined, lethal.“She’s not angry,” he said. “She’s deciding.”That made my stomach twist.“Deciding what?” I asked.Liam exhaled slo
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