The pack house transformed in a matter of hours. Warriors moved through the halls with purpose, omegas prepared emergency supplies, healers organized their stations, and scouts rotated through the borders in rapid intervals. Every wolf felt the shift — the tightening of the air, the urgency in every step.
Tonight, the enemy would come.
Selena paced inside me, restless and sharp. Stay alert, she whispered. Something is moving in the shadows.
I didn’t know what she meant, but the unease settled deep in my bones.
My mother stood in the center of the strategy room, issuing orders with calm authority. She wasn’t just visiting — she was a Luna in every sense of the word. Her presence commanded respect, and even wolves from other packs bowed their heads when she passed.
Jonah stood beside he
