The moonlit night, thick with tension, the forest alive with whispered secrets and unseen eyes. Under the cold silver gaze of the blood moon. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was the night of the lunar vows, a sacred ritual binding two shifters by blood, honor, and an unbreakable promise. Fenris had attended this ritual many times as a pup and had always dreamed of one day finding his luna. At the age of eighteen, a shifter's wolf can sense their mate and draw them together. Fenris stood at the edge of the mountaintop, howling in hopes his fated mate would find him. The air crackled with power, stirring the earth beneath their feet as the blood moon appeared from behind the trees. Fenris’s heart ached with anticipation and doubt that he’d ever find his luna, patiently waiting to seal a bond that could either unite or destroy them all.