Twilight descended upon the forest, painting the sky in deepening shades of purple and gold. The Ravenswood pack gathered around their fire, its flames dancing with prophetic intensity. Power thrummed through the earth beneath their feet, nature itself holding its breath in anticipation of the night's transformations.
Agnes fixed Malcolm with her milky gaze. "Tonight, Brenda claims her destiny as Hintherland's supreme Luna," she pronounced. "Are you at last prepared to claim your mate, Malcolm?"
Malcolm's jaw clenched, betraying the storm that raged within. "I shall," he declared, though hesitation flickered in his steel-grey eyes. "And yet..."
"Yet?" Agnes prompted, raising a bushy eyebrow.
His fingers raked through dark hair as he wrestled with his confession. "The Hintherland realm
