Enzo’s POV
The field was alive with the roaring heat of bonfires and the suffocating scent of hundreds of wolves.
The Moonlight Festival was completely jam-packed, drawing crowds from our own territory and neighboring packs alike. It was a night meant for celebration, for the wild joy of the pack gathering under the peak of the lunar energy, but everything inside me felt entirely hollow.
I sat on my elevated seat, a chair that felt more like a throne than a piece of furniture. To my left sat Clara, her chin held high, wearing a smug, satisfied expression that turned my stomach. Next to her was Father Morriston, his sharp, calculating eyes scanning the crowd, maintaining his rigid posture of authority.
Everything looked perfect to the outside world. The Alpha King, surrounded by his
