The Wolfless Luna
Alpha Kenzo walked into the great hall wearing a smile.
It was the smile of a man who believed the world had finally bent to his will. The smile of victory already tasted on his tongue.
Then he saw her.
The smile froze.
Cracked.
Died.
Mira’s body lay sprawled across the cold stone floor, limbs stiff, skin drained of life, black hair spread like spilled ink beneath her head.
Time stopped.
“Oh… behold her alliance,” Seraphina clapped slowly, the sound sharp and cruel in the heavy silence. A frown creased her brow, not of surprise, but of disgust.