Third-person POV
"Oh my Moon Goddess—that disgusting maggot! How dare she use a holy contract with such a filthy soul?!"
Nyra screamed inside Lane's mind. The fury of a hunt stopped midway and nearly tore their shared spirit apart.
Lane didn't answer. She just stared at the crescent mark in silence. After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, her golden eyes had turned cold and deep.
She knew the hardest prey wasn't always the strongest.
It was the one willing to pay any price, the one crazy enough to risk everything, and the one protected by rules no one dared
break.
Even the most ruthless werewolves rarely stepped into the Stillmoon Sanctum to give up everything just to gain the Moon Goddess Sacrificial Mark.
That contract cost far more than just
