“We need to move faster,” Draven urged, his voice sharp with urgency. His eyes scanned the shadow-laden path leading back to the Bloodmoon fortress. "The witches won't give us much time."
My breath was ragged, but I nodded, clutching the artifact that pulsed like a living heart in my hands. The raw energy coursing through it was both exhilarating and terrifying. I couldn’t let fear win. Not now.
The fortress walls loomed ahead, their jagged black stone shimmering faintly in the moonlight. As we crossed the threshold, the pack surged toward us, their expressions a mixture of awe and relief.
“She did it!” one warrior shouted.
Another wolf raised his fist. “Our Luna is unstoppable!”
A wave of pride swept through me, but it was short-lived. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught
