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The cold morning mist always clung to the jagged peaks of the Whispering Mountains, but inside the training grounds of the Silver Crescent Pack, the air tasted of dirt, sweat, and humiliation.​"Again," Brandon barked, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the arena.​Seraphina Elyndra Vaelcrest pushed herself up from the mud, her breath hitching in her chest. Her hands were raw, scraped against the gravelly earth, and her oversized tunic was soaked through with muddy water. She wiped a streak of blood from her lower lip with the back of her hand, keeping her gaze pinned to the ground.​"I said, get up, Seraphina," Brandon sneered, stepping closer. His chest heaved slightly, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer thrill of the hunt. He was her cousin, the Alpha’s son, and the undisputed golden boy of the Silver Crescent. At twenty-four, his wolf was a massive, lethal beast with fur the color of midnight.​Seraphina, at twenty-three, had nothing. No claws. No fangs. No inner howl.

The air inside the Silver Crescent territory grew thicker with every passing hour, charged with a frenetic, almost manic energy. The upcoming Blood Moon Ceremony was no longer just a sacred tradition; with the High Alpha King residing within their very walls, it had become a high-stakes political theater.​In the lower courtyard, far from the grand halls where the royal entourage dined, the pack was a hive of activity. Omegas hurried past with baskets of fresh silk, warriors polished their ceremonial armor to a mirror shine, and the daughters of the pack nobility huddled in small, whispering cliques.​Seraphina moved silently through the chaos, scrubbing the stone balustrade of the eastern gallery. She kept her head down, but her human ears, sharp from years of listening to things she wasn't supposed to hear, caught every scrap of gossip drifting through the mountain breeze.​"They say he hasn't looked at a single woman since he arrived," Tricia whispered, leaning against a pillars as