Kiera's P.O.V.
“A request?” I repeated, crossing my arms. “From the same pack that turned its back on me? I find that hard to believe.”
Braxton didn’t flinch. “Things have changed since you left, Kiera. The pack is fractured, vulnerable. And there’s a threat on the horizon—one that concerns not just us, but all the packs in this region.”
Damian’s posture stiffened. “What kind of threat?”
Braxton hesitated, his gaze somber. “Rogues, yes. But more than that—something darker. A force none of us have faced before. The Crescent Moon Pack cannot face it alone. We need allies.”
“And you think I’d convince my new pack to help?” I asked, incredulous.
Braxton’s expression softened. “Not just the pack, Kiera. You. The stone awakened something in you, didn’t it? Something powerful. I saw the glo
