DROGO
Chaos.
That had been my world lately, wrapped in sleepless nights.
With the full moon drawing close and Isolde’s distant attitude, I could barely think straight.
After months of research, blood spilled, and threats made, the king finally resigned to my request.
The Lunaretha.
The palace walls stood high, sleek, and bathed in wealth. I shut the car door behind me and stared blankly at the building. Servants and guards bustled around, preparing for the monthly ritual—one performed under the full moon within the palace walls.
The sky was darkening, though it wasn’t evening yet. It was going to rain heavily. Rain before a full moon didn’t look like a good sign, but I brushed it off as coincidence.
“Alpha Drogo?” A brute male wolf approached. Judging by his weathered, scarred face
