Kyle.The ancient ceremonial blade felt heavier than it should have in my palm.I stood at the center of the great hall, surrounded by five hundred pairs of eyes. The entire Crescent Moon Pack had gathered. Wolves lined the circular room in concentric rings, their faces illuminated by torchlight. The air smelled of pine smoke and anticipation.Marcus stood across from me, dressed in full Alpha regalia. Black leather vest adorned with silver wolf insignias. His eyes glowed amber in the firelight."Kyle Torres," his voice boomed through the hall. "Step forward."I moved. My boots echoed against stone flooring.Elder Katrina approached from the shadows, carrying a wooden box carved with ancient runes. She opened it slowly. Inside lay the Alpha Heir mark. A silver brand shaped like a crescent moon with a wolf's head in the center."Kneel," Marcus commanded.I dropped to one knee. The stone was cold beneath me.Marcus lifted the brand from the box. He held it over the central fire pit. Fla
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