The silver mist descended from the high rafters of the Continental Spires like a predatory ghost. It was silent and cold, carrying the concentrated stench of Lunar Null that sought to hollow out every wolf spirit in the room. Around the central trio, the once proud kings of the Global Council were already buckling. Alpha Mikhail was on one knee, his emerald eyes fading into a dull, lifeless gray as the serum began to paralyze his neural pathways. The air in the Grand Hall turned thick and suffocating, the very molecules of oxygen feeling like shards of glass.
Astra felt the poison through her connection to Dante. The mate bond was screaming, a jagged vibration of pain as the Null began to eat at the Alpha King’s inner wolf. Beside her, Leo was a statue of desperation. His sapphire shield
