“Return Liana, or the Bloodmoon Pack will be destroyed.”
Draven’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade. His eyes gleamed with fury as he crumpled the letter in his fist. The gathered warriors stood rigid, the weight of the threat hanging thick in the room.
Kael, Draven's Beta, snarled in disbelief. “He’s insane. Declaring war just to get his daughter back? Typical Silverclaw arrogance.”
My stomach churned at the mention of my father. I could feel the weight of every gaze in the room fixed on me.
Draven’s grip tightened on the letter. “This isn’t just about Liana. This is about power and domination. He thinks he can weaken us by striking at our Luna.”
“I won’t let anyone suffer because of me,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “If returning to him will protect
