Nearly six years had passed since Ethan Blackwood fell, since his blood had soaked into the sacred earth beneath a swollen blood moon, and his daughter had vanished into the night in Silas’s grasp. The Blood Moon Pack still wore their grief like a second skin: heavy, unyielding, etched into every howl that rose at dusk.
The night the Blood Moon fell, the earth didn't just drink blood; it drowned in it.
The casualties were catastrophic. Remarkable wolves, warriors who had breathed only for Ethan’s command and elders who carried the oral history of a thousand years, were cut down like wheat. Among the fallen was Liam, the Gamma. He was the pack’s Unbreakable Shield, a master of brutal, close-quarters combat who fought with a cold, terrifying efficiency. In the final breach, he became a st
