Darius. That was the name they whispered with awe and fear, but only I, the Alpha of Ironhaven, truly understood the weight it carried. Nine months, nine months I had searched for Ivy. Nine months I had burned through forests, villages, and smaller packs in pursuit of the one who had humiliated me, who had stolen herself from my grasp on the night of her so-called “Luna ceremony.” I paced my private chamber, crimson curtains drawn, boots scuffing the polished stone. The thought of Ivy, my supposed-to-be Luna, alive, free, running wild in the forest, while my present Luna sat obedient beside me, was a fire burnt up my pride. Larisa, my new Luna, knelt at the edge of the dais, hands folded, eyes lowered. She was perfect for the public eye: loyal, submissive, predictable - unlike Ivy. I glanced at her, tasting the bitter reminder of the ghost that had slipped through my fingers. Every time I looked at her, I felt the ghost’s defiance. "What's on your mind my Alpha" She throws
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