Chapter 28 — Selene’s Last Strike
The moon hung low and blood-red, casting long, jagged shadows across the clearing. Selene crouched in the far tree line, eyes glittering with fury and calculation. Her breaths came sharp, deliberate, each one a promise of the chaos she would unleash. Tonight, she would either break Lyra—or die trying.
Lyra’s chest heaved as she adjusted her grip on the baby. The pack had formed a protective circle, fangs bared, claws digging into the frozen earth. Wolves who had doubted, whispered, and faltered now stood unshakable, their loyalty and trust tested—and earned—through fire, blood, and leadership.
Kael’s silver eyes scanned the perimeter, every muscle coiled, every nerve alive. His hand brushed Lyra’s shoulder. “She’s coming,” he murmured, low and dangerous
