The night stretched heavy and restless over the Crescent Moon fortress. Clouds veiled the moon’s light, dimming the glow of the pack’s sacred symbol. To Selene, it felt like a sign—an omen that what she planned tonight would change everything.
Her envy had sharpened into something jagged, something dangerous. For weeks, she had lived in Aria’s shadow, smiling as her best friend confided in her, masking her jealousy behind gentle reassurances. But the feast had made it undeniable.
Kaelen’s eyes had not wandered once. Not toward her, not toward any noble lady vying for his notice. Only toward Aria.
An omega. An unwanted, fragile mistake.
Selene’s lips tightened as she opened the wooden box she had hidden beneath her bed. Inside, bundles of dried herbs, small vials of blood, and a fragmen
