The moon rose red that night.
Every wolf in Twin Moon territory felt it — the weight of it pressing down like a warning. The air itself seemed to hum with power, old and restless.
Darius stood at the cliff’s edge overlooking the valley, his silver armor catching faint streaks of light. Below, his pack moved in silence — ready but afraid.
The trees swayed like they knew what was coming.
“Any word?” he asked his Beta.
Lucien shook his head. “The rogues are on the move. They’re not hiding anymore.”
Darius exhaled slowly. His bond mark pulsed faintly on his wrist — the same black thorn pattern that bound him to his brother. Every pulse carried a sting of pain, a whisper of Damon’s voice echoing in his mind.
“You can’t stop what’s already begun.”
He clenched his jaw. “We’ll see.”
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