WREN'S POV
The Silver Pack estate felt heavier than usual, as if the walls themselves bore the weight of the alliances, the betrayals, and the whispered doubts that seemed to follow me wherever I went.
I walked the corridors alone, clutching my mother’s journal tightly. Its words had been a source of comfort, but today, they felt like a challenge; a reminder that this fight was bigger than me, bigger than any of us.
Hunter was in the war room with Hugo and the elders, their voices muffled but tense. I knew they were discussing the alliance, but I couldn’t bring myself to join them. Not yet.
Lyra stirred within me. “You can’t avoid this forever,” she said softly. “You’re their Luna. They need to hear you.”
HUNTER'S POV
The war room was suffocating. Hugo stood to my right, his jaw clen
