POV - Renzo
The forest around us was dense, the trees towering overhead like silent sentinels watching our every move. Theo and I stepped through the undergrowth with purpose, each footfall deliberate, each breath steady. The air was thick with tension, a kind of unease that seemed to saturate the very land we were crossing. I could feel it in my bones, the weight of a pack divided—of wolves unsure of their leader, unsure of their future. The Crescent Moon Pack had been torn apart under Calder’s rule, a pack once united, now fractured and full of whispers. Warriors were being lazy and uncaring to protect the pack like they were meant to. Other omegas weren’t even bothering to tend to the lands or the shops that they were near.
Calder had seized control after the mysterious death of his
