Awakening the True Alpha
Dawn's light was a pale promise as Vera Lanst climbed the ancient steps of the Moon Chapel's purified altar. Each stone beneath her boots gleamed silver-white in the rising sun, the runes she and Yurian had sealed now humming with latent power. Behind her, the Circle of the Wolf Moon—wolf-shamans, mountain chiefs, city magistrates, and Grayrock loyalists—awaited in a wide semi-circle. Beyond them, the rebuilt city walls stood stoic as a reborn realm.
Vera paused at the top, her bloodied hands still trembling from the last battle. She lifted her gaze to the twin lunar carvings overhead—sigils of sovereignty intertwined with ancestral wolf lineage. The memory of her sister's laughter and Yurian's confession flickered in her mind, weaving her vengeance into purpose.
