Alpha Kade mounted his horse and rode out from the Crescent Moon Pack.
His cloak whipped in the wind as he crossed valleys, and wild forests. What began as a single day’s ride stretched into four relentless days. The path wound through shadowed woods and barren hills, where the air grew colder and the silence heavier. Each night, he camped beneath strange skies, haunted by the cries of unseen beasts and the scent of blood lingering in the earth.
By the fourth day, the forests thinned into harsh, jagged terrain. The horizon bled red beneath a dying sun as the Red Moon Pack’s territory came into view. Home of the young Alpha who had dared propose an alliance against Lucien.
By the time Kade reached the territory, the sun had sunk lower. The scent of iron and ash clung faintly to the air.
