The dawn rose like a wounded animal, streaked in bruised purple and a red so dark it felt like an omen. Aria stood at the highest balcony of the Crescent Citadel, her black hair whipped by an unforgiving wind, her heart beating in a rhythm that didn’t feel like her own. It pulsed with the pack’s fear, the pack’s hope, and the steady thundering loyalty of Kaelen’s wolf. The prophecy dream still clung to her mind like smoke—a Blessed Luna shall end the curse of rogues, but only through blood freely given. She didn’t yet know what that meant. She feared she would soon find out.Behind her, Kaelen emerged already armored, bare arms marked with war paint, eyes burning with primal determination. The rising sun caught the edges of his dark hair, turning him into a silhouette carved by battle. He paused, taking her in as though imprinting the memory before the world could steal it.“It’s time,” he said.Aria nodded, swallowing the tremor in her throat. The night they had shared—fierce, vulner
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