The day had finally come. The Blood Moon Pack celebrated the festival every year as a grand ceremony, with all the Alphas from the surrounding territories in attendance. This year, they were gathering once again, so arrangements for their stay had already been made, along with heightened security for them and their families.
Isabella wanted to help with the preparations, but Killian insisted she stay at the pack house. He wouldn’t take any risks after the attacks on her, especially with the rogues’ presence still unexplained. With the festival in full swing, security would be stretched thin, and he couldn’t stay by her side constantly.
To Isabella, his caution seemed absurdly possessive. She didn’t yet understand the depth of his concern, the sheer fear gnawing at him—a fear he had never
