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“The Great Pack Assembly made the final announcement for the top five contenders, and it unfolded exactly as I foresaw,” I say, turning to my remaining squad members with a stone-hard stare.My Lykaon Moonfang Pack, Shu Lei’s Shu Xin Pavilion, and Han Mingzhu’s Pearl Pack. The remaining two spots belong to the Silvermoon Academies directly—the Jiangda Division and the Ningda Division—both guided by senior Moon Scholars and backed by ancient family inheritances. Every single squad here is fighting for the right to contract with the new Alpha Trade Council.The stakes are absolute, and the blood-tension in the air is boiling over.“Gorgo, how can we fight without a lead line-drawer?” Su Xiaomi’s voice shakes as she grabs my arm, her claws half-extending in sheer panic. “Dilios abandoned us for Shu Lei’s squad! How can we launch a combat rune-formation in the final trial tomorrow?”“We recruit a replacement or we forfeit,” He Lingzhi mutters, her face pale as she paces the stone corridor

"Unleash the storm inside you, Gorgo! Show these mangy stray curs what the Lykaon bloodline is truly made of!"He Lingzhi’s voice sliced through the heavy, tension-thick air of the Ironfang Arena. I didn't turn my head. I couldn't afford to break concentration for even a fraction of a second. My ink-stained stylus moved over the ancestral parchment like a blade carving through flesh, every stroke driven by the frantic, thumping rhythm of my silver-hued heart. Five continuous hours. Five grueling hours locked in the Grand Trial of the Silvermoon Academies, trapped in a relentless test of stamina and sacred storytelling.Around us, the scent of burning incense mixed with the metallic tang of dried sweat. The Great Pack Assembly sat high in the tier stands above, their golden eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight of Sparta Moonhaven. Most of the pack spectators had already lost interest and wandered off toward the Moonstone Taverns by the high-sun hour, but the central dais remained occupi

“Let them rot in the dirt if they think they can defy the Moonfang bloodline,” I say, my clawed fingers digging into the stone edge of the balcony as I stare at the dark expanses of Sparta Moonhaven.My voice carries the raw, heavy frequency of a Reawakened Luna, low and thick with suppressed heat that makes the air around us vibrate. Daxos Argyros sits across the heavy timber table, swirling dark crimson vintage in a crystal glass while the bitter, ash-heavy scent of tobacco fills the private chamber. He does not flinch. Alphas of the Silverclaw lineage never flinch, but the tight set of his jaw betrays the tension humming through his veins.“Who told you I gave my heart to that female?” Daxos sneers, his gaze slicing through the haze, cold as winter frost.He tosses his silver lighter onto the marble table with a sharp click. His storm-gray eyes lock onto mine, devoid of all humor.“Gorgo’s pack has crossed too many High Alphas in the Silvermoon Academies,” Daxos continues, ignoring