Red moonlight poured through the tall windows, making the wooden floors look like they were covered in blood, just like the full moon high in the sky. Wolves of all ranks—betas, older wolves, and the few omegas—stood together, feeling uneasy, waiting for the monthly full-moon ceremony. Their breaths made white clouds in the cold air, and the soft sound of fur rubbing against stone floors broke the low hum of talk. Alexander Grey stood at the back, as usual, trying to be unseen, to hide in the shadows. But he knew the pack was watching him, judging him, quietly laughing behind their hands.A cold feeling, not from the winter air, moved through the lodge. Alexander noticed a small change, like the wind in the forest shifting. Something—or someone—was coming. The talking stopped, and voices became quiet, worried whispers. The pack became still, their fur stood up, and their claws moved, ready. Then he walked in.Caleb Thompson entered the lodge like a strong storm hitting trees. He was v
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