While Queen finally surrendered her soul to her mates, sealing a bond that shifted the very atmosphere of the world, a different kind of shift was happening in the place she once called home.
In Queen’s former pack, the air was thick with a different kind of energy. It tasted of copper and old rot.
Kelvin leaned back, a glass of wine in his hand, his laughter echoing against the cold stone walls of the Alpha Castle. Beside him, his proud Luna Samantha smirked, her eyes gleaming with the toxic satisfaction of a rival finally erased.
They were laughing about a ghost. They were celebrating the death of a girl who was no longer there to suffer.
Then, the laughter died.
The sky didn’t just darken; it bled. An angry, bruised shade of red stained the horizon, screaming at the earth below. It
