Meanwhile, back in the Pack Lands, Jonathan, kaeless, Mira, Merrick, Raven, and Marcus gathered the Forces of Light.
The air was thick with urgency.
Mira stood at the center of the council chamber, her expression resolute despite the storm within her. She held tightly to the words her daughter, Selene, had spoken.
Trust me.
Mira had no choice but to believe her. Selene knew what she was doing… didn’t she?
Around her, the Elder Witches, the High Council, and the Werewolf Council stood locked in deep discussion. Voices overlapped, rising and falling as fear crept into every word.
“The Dark King’s curse is spreading,” one of the elders said grimly. “His lands grow stronger by the day.”
“If Selene mates with him,” another added, “this may be the end of us all.”
A heavy silence followed
