The battlefield was a storm of sound and fury. Wolves clashed in brutal frenzy, steel met fang, and the air burned with smoke and blood. Ariana stood frozen for a heartbeat on the rampart, her eyes locked on the two alphas colliding like gods of war—Kael and the Blackthorn Alpha.
Kael’s massive black wolf was a force of destruction, golden eyes blazing as he tore into his rival. But the silver Alpha was just as relentless, his body reinforced by Lucien’s dark corruption. Every strike Kael delivered was met with savage resistance. Their snarls carried across the valley, rattling through Ariana’s bones.
The prophecy whispered again, threads of destiny tugging at her veins. Where kings fall, the Blood Luna will rise.
And then she saw it.
The moment that changed everything.
The silver wol
