Hayden’s POVThe relief didn’t come gently; it slammed into me, hard and cold, like the first breath after drowning. Yes, Ronan had been right.I stood by the tall arched window of my chambers, staring out at the forest stretching endlessly beneath the darkening sky. The wind howled through the trees, restless… almost aware. My fingers curled behind my back as I exhaled slowly.“So it’s really happening…” I muttered. The Beautiful Moon Celebration.A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Beautiful, they called it.To humans, it was nothing more than a rare eclipse, an excuse for gowns, laughter, wine, and meaningless applause. A gala drenched in ignorance. But to us wolves? It was something far older and far darker. The moon wouldn’t just dim, it would die, and turn pitch black as though something unseen had swallowed its light whole.Every ten years, without fail, we gathered beneath it, not to celebrate, but to remember.A knock came at the door, cutting the deeper thought I was in.“Ent
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