"Alpha Blackthorne," I greeted him formally. "Welcome to Crescent Moon."
"Alpha Sera." His voice was gravelly, hard. "Thank you for receiving me. I know my visit is unexpected."
"Luna told me you were coming. My daughter is prophetic, among other gifts."
His eyes fixed on Luna with an intensity that made my wolf bristle. "So the rumors are true. The child speaks and sees the future."
"Among other abilities, yes." I adjusted Luna slightly. "She's quite extraordinary."
"She's an abomination."
The room went silent. Several warriors tensed, hands moving toward weapons.
"Careful, Alpha Blackthorne." My voice was cold. "You're speaking about my daughter."
"I'm speaking about a creature that shouldn't exist. Seventh-generation daughter and hybrid bloodlines combined. The power she represe
