KAIA’S POV
The night sky above Moonveil was littered with tiny stars that peeked between the heavy clouds. But down below, the pack house was busy and alive. The whole place was flooding with pack guards who carried long poles, hammering mounts, and lifting the banners of Celestial Dawn high into the night.
The air buzzed with energy—voices giving instructions, boots scraping the ground, the heavy thud of hammers striking wood. I stood near the steps with Athena, my arms folded across my chest as I watched in awe.
The first of the emerald and gold banners was pulled open, snapping in the breeze, the colors shining under the moonlight. My lips parted as the fabric stretched tall, and the full image revealed itself.
A phoenix.
Its wings stretched wide, every feather outlined in shimmeri
