I was born to serve, not to be seen. In Eldoria, the poor survive by silence and I learned early how to disappear. But the night they came for us, the moon watched, and it didn’t save me. My mother died with my name on her lips. The Nightbane Pack burned my home to ash. And their Alpha, Cassius Draven, looked at me like I was something he’d already buried. I should have died that night. But I didn’t. Something inside me woke something ancient and furious. Now, the same moon that cursed me whispers in my veins, and I know one thing for certain: I wasn’t meant to serve. I was meant to destroy.