The moon hung low in the sky, a quiet sentinel above the royal palace—but within its towering walls, the Alpha Prince of Moonhaven stood coiled in silence, raw tension simmering beneath the surface.
Maxwell’s golden eyes glowed faintly as he stared out the arched window, the cool glass fogging with each breath. Behind his gaze, his Lycan paced—fur bristled, hackles raised, snarling low and long in his head.
Maze.
His other half. The ancient, dominant beast that had always lived within him. But tonight, Maze was louder than he had ever been before.
> “She’s not safe.”
> “Too many eyes. Too much heat. There’s danger in the walls, Max. And she’s carrying our future.”
Max's fists clenched. He hadn't stopped trembling since Nova's wolf had started growling earlier that night—riled a
