TATIANA POV
We gazed upon the sacred grove infused with ancient magic and mystic powers. The trees stood tall, their leaves glimmering under the moon's pride and casting inscrutable shadows about us. I turned to Raphael, burdened by weighty decisions yet to be made.
“Raphael,” I said, voice steady with underlying concern, “about leaving the herb we came for. Your mother wants it, but... the Moonstone… could go even further.”
Raphael's expression grew even more grim. “Tatiana, the Moonstone does not allow for contemplation. Silver Fang Pack gets it first, they get to use powers we cannot contend with. We must protect our pack."
"But your mother..." I began, but he interrupted.
“She can wait,” he called, now in a near-hiss of urgency. “We cannot let the Moonstone get into the wrong ha
