Zane
When we stepped into the inner territory of the Red Moon pack, the air changed at once.
It did not turn colder or thicker. It became deeper. As if the land itself knew who we had brought home, and now held its breath to see what would happen.
Behind the gates, all movement stopped. Warriors, healers, servants, elders. Everyone turned toward us, and all eyes locked onto Elariana.
Too many eyes. Too much attention.
Everything inside me tensed immediately.
She was still unconscious. She did not know they were watching her. She did not know they were measuring her. She did not know that her body was no longer seen as an omega slave, but as power. But I knew. And I knew just as well that if she were awake, this attention would tear her apart. My wolf growled inside me, low and warnin
