The Obsidian Moon territory was nothing like Blackridge.
Blackridge was wild strength.
Untamed loyalty.
A pack built through survival.
But the Obsidian Moon lands were ancient.
The forest itself seemed older there, the trees impossibly tall, their silver bark glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. Massive stone structures stood between the woods, carved with markings older than most packs remembered.
Power lived here.
Old power.
The kind that did not need to announce itself.
It simply existed.
Arrival at Nightfang
The gates opened before the car fully stopped.
Warriors lined the path in complete silence.
Not submission.
Respect.
Selene stepped out first.
Immediately, the atmosphere shifted.
Every wolf lowered their head slightly.
Not out of fear.
Out of instinct.
Their
