While tension clawed through the central borders of the Crimson Blood Pack and Lucien’s warriors moved like restless shadows beneath the scent of steel and smoke, the Crescent Moon Pack was basked in a deceptive calm. The air there was warmer, softer… almost serene yet beneath its peace, the wind carried a hush too still, as though the land itself was aware of the storm already on its way.
Alpha Kade stood at the threshold, a faint smile curving his lips as he watched his Luna, Mira, sitting before the mirror. The brush in her hand glided through her long, silken hair, catching the morning light.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, his gaze soft with admiration. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget the tensions outside his pack walls… to simply watch her.
Mira paused, se
