The Shadow Alpha's POV
The Blood Moon was beautiful.
It always had been.
Most wolves feared it.
He remembered loving it.
Long before the darkness.
Long before the war.
Long before they began calling him the Shadow Alpha.
He had another name once.
A real name.
A mother had whispered it against his forehead.
A father had laughed when teaching him to hunt.
He had belonged somewhere.
The memory had faded with the centuries.
Sometimes he wondered whether he had forgotten it...
Or whether the Moon Goddess herself had taken it from him.
He stood on the highest cliff overlooking Mooncrest.
Below him, hundreds of fires burned inside the Alpha territory.
A peaceful pack.
Families eating together.
Children sleeping safely.
Warriors guarding the walls.
Everything he had once poss
