The Obsidian Ridge Pack ballroom was a masterpiece of architectural wealth, a sprawling cathedral of glass, gold, and polished black marble. Tonight, it was illuminated by a thousand floating candles, casting a warm, deceptive glow over the three hundred pack members gathered in their fi

The ballroom plunged into a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the chest of every wolf in the room. Three hundred members of the Obsidian Ridge Pack stared at the dais, their champagne flutes frozen in mid-air, their breaths held hostage by the sheer, una

Darius stared at the obsidian seal resting in Gideon’s outstretched hand, his chest rising and falling in ragged, panicked heaves. The color had drained completely from his face, leaving a sickly, pale sheen beneath his crimson eyes.

Nora reached out and took the heavy stone. The moment