The full moon hung low over the Silver Crest Pack, spilling silver light across the courtyard like a silent witness. The air was heavy with pine and cold iron, thick with anticipation and something ancient that prickled against the skin. Somewhere in the forest, a lone wolf howled, its voice a mournful echo of what was about to be lost. The pack stood in absolute stillness. Warriors, elders, and omegas—all watching their Alpha with a reverence laced with fear. Alpha Kael Blackthorn stood at the center of it all, tall and unyielding, his dark hair gleaming under the sacred light. His golden eyes burned with power, but beneath that steady exterior, a storm raged. His wolf strained at its cage, restless and furious, but Kael’s expression remained carved from stone. Tonight, the Moon Goddess had bound him to fate—and he had sworn to defy it. At the edge of the courtyard stood Aria Hale. The moonlight seemed drawn to her, wrapping around her like a veil of grace. Her ceremonial gown sh
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