Grace stood frozen in the center of the ancient chamber while the glowing silver crystal floated above the stone altar.
The vision shown by the Moon Goddess had vanished, but its terrifying message remained clear in her mind.
"The Shadow King is awakening."
The words echoed through her soul.
Around her, Alpha Damon, Elder Rowan, and the warriors looked equally disturbed.
No one spoke for several seconds.
Finally, Damon broke the silence.
"We need answers."
Elder Rowan nodded gravely.
"The Shadow King was believed to be destroyed thousands of years ago during the First Werewolf War."
Grace turned toward him.
"Then why would the Moon Goddess warn us now?"
The old elder sighed.
"Because he was never truly destroyed."
A chill spread through the chamber.
Elder Rowan slowly walked
