Beneath the Wolf Moon
That night, the Wolf Moon hung low and blood-red above Borderhold's towers, its glow filtering through the lattice windows of the Grand Spire. Below, the courtyard had been cleared of renegade forces, but General Sarkan's loyalists still lurked, tightening their grip on armories and watchtowers. Now, under the Moon's haunting light, Yurian and Vera prepared for the Moon Vow—the ancient rite that would bind the sovereign's pack to his true will.
In the supreme council chamber—once Sarkan's last stand—Vera stood beside Yurian as the Wolf-Guard sealed every door. The vaulted ceiling loomed overhead, and the ancestral swords on the walls gleamed like silent witnesses. Torches guttered, casting flickering shadows that danced across banners newly retaken from traitors' ha
