The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the forest as Lena sat alone on the edge of a rocky cliff. The cool breeze whispered through her hair, sending chills down her spine. She had slipped away from Marcus and Damien, needing time to think, to breathe. But no matter how far she ran, she couldn’t escape the echoes of the past, the weight of the prophecy, or the two Alphas who were tearing her heart apart.
The Elders’ ultimatum played over and over in her mind like a haunting melody she couldn’t silence. She had until the next full moon to decide. If she didn’t, she would lose everything: Marcus, Damien, and the fragile unity she had fought so hard to build between their packs. The fear of that deadline gnawed at her, but so did the guilt of knowing that whatever choice she
