Arwen’s footsteps echoed hurriedly as she descended the grand staircase of the Moonstrike mansion.
The knee-length maroon dress swayed with each step, brushing against the cold white marble.
Her breath came fast, her heart pounding so loudly she could almost hear it in her ears.
“Zion…” she whispered, barely audible.
Every step she took felt endless, as if each one pulled her farther from something she held dear. Her mind was consumed by a single desperate hope—that Zion was all right. Nothing else mattered.
Her trembling hand pushed open the heavy doors to the grand hall. The hinges creaked softly, echoing through the vast room. Her eyes swept over the faces inside.
Beta Tyler stood near the long table, his head bowed deeply.
Beside him, Alpha Ryan of Winterveil stood silent, his j
