Flashback — One Year Ago
Northern Ridge Pack Territory
The battlefield smelled of blood and burnt fur.
Zaria’s blade dripped crimson as she stood over the last rogue. Her armor was torn, her leg bleeding, but she didn’t falter. Around her, silence fell warriors frozen, eyes locked on the woman who had just single-handedly taken down six enemies.
She hadn’t come here as Luna.
She had come as what she truly was.
A weapon.
“You fight like a male,” someone had scoffed before the battle.
She’d smiled then. “No. I fight like myself.”
That night, Drevon watched her from the shadows of the ridge. He hadn’t come for the war; he came for intel. But what he found instead was a Luna drenched in glory and loneliness.
When she limped toward the abandoned watchtower to treat her wound, he follo
