Forged in fire. Bound by blood. Armed for vengeance.

The night Yalin Ashworth was born, the sky above the Red Moon Pack burned red. Lightning crawled across the clouds like living veins of fire. Inside the Alpha’s chamber, screams echoed against the stone walls. “Push, Luna!” the healer cried. On the bed, Jasmine Ashworth gripped the sheets with shaking hands. Sweat clung to her dark hair, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. Across the room stood Alpha Maxmillian Ashworth. Powerful. Unyielding. And terrified. “You said the pregnancy was safe,” he growled at the healer. The old healer did not meet his eyes. “My Alpha… I said the child was strong.” Jasmine laughed weakly. “Max…” she whispered. Maxmillian rushed to her side. “Don’t talk. Save your strength.” She shook her head slowly. “No… listen to me.” Her fingers found his wrist, gripping with surprising strength. “If something happens… protect her.” The Alpha’s jaw tightened. “Nothing is happening.” But Jasmine knew the truth. She had always known. Inside her chest burned the magic of the Fire Elemental Witches—an ancient bloodline older than most werewolf packs. And tonight that fire was leaving her. Her gaze drifted to the healer. “Bring the child.” Moments later, the cry of a newborn echoed through the chamber. The healer wrapped the infant carefully and placed her in Jasmine’s arms. The tiny girl blinked up at the world with bright, curious eyes. Jasmine smiled. “So beautiful,” she whispered. Maxmillian stared down at the child. His daughter. His heir. But Jasmine’s smile faded. Her breathing slowed. The fire inside her chest flickered once… twice… Then she placed her hand gently on the baby’s heart. Flames appeared. Soft. Golden. Alive. Maxmillian stepped back in shock. “What are you doing?” Jasmine’s voice trembled but remained steady. “Saving her.” The flames flowed from Jasmine’s body into the infant like a river of light. Ancient magic. Elemental power. A legacy that could never be lost. The baby whimpered softly as the magic settled beneath her skin. And then… Jasmine’s hand fell. The fire vanished. The room went silent. The healer bowed her head. “Luna Jasmine is gone.” Maxmillian stared at the child in silence. And something cold formed behind his eyes.