No one moved. Thousands of werewolves remained on one knee, their heads bowed toward the radiant wolf suspended above Black Crescent Manor. The creature wasn't made of flesh. It was woven from pure moonlight. Its silver fur shimmered like stars scattered across the night sky. Its eyes slowly swept across the battlefield. Every Alpha present felt the overwhelming pressure of an ancient power. Even Kael's wolf, proud and unyielding, lowered its head inside his mind. "That..." his wolf whispered, "...is older than the Alpha bloodline." Inside the manor, Lyra staggered backward. The brilliant light surrounded her without burning. Instead, it felt... comforting. Like the embrace of someone she had long forgotten. Her silver pendant floated from her chest, suspended in the air. The crescent moon glowed brighter and brighter. Thalia gasped. "It's happening..." Lyra looked at her. "What is?" Tears welled in the old woman's eyes. "The Moon Goddess has acknowledged you." Ou
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