The hidden clearing was no longer hidden.

Black metal stakes surrounded the Moonwell.

Six of them.

Driven deep into the earth.

Dark energy ran between them like chains.

At the center stood Silas Crowe.

Human.

Tall.

Thin.

Nothing about him looked powerful enough

Dawn came slowly over Crimson Fang.

No one cheered at first.

They were too tired.

The battlefield was full of wounded wolves who had been enemies hours earlier and victims by morning.

Royal healers worked beside Crimson Fang healers.

Alliance warriors carried f

Black Howler did not greet Elara with a mating ball. She had threatened Kael, and he had listened.

Instead, the Royal Pack gathered in the open council court three weeks after the war.

No glittering ceremony.

No line of unmated wolves.

Just pack leaders, guards,