The dawn of the Moonfire Summit arrived draped in a sky the color of steel. Clouds churned above the Silvercrest Pack's borders as if nature itself knew what was coming. Thunder rumbled low in the distance—a growl from the heavens echoing the tension on the ground.
Evelyn stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a sleek dark-blue tunic embroidered with silver thread along the collar and cuffs. Her long hair was braided down her back, woven with strands of moonstone beads. She wasn’t dressing for beauty.
She was dressing for war.
Beside her, Kendall fastened the clasp of his Beta armor and gave her a nod through the reflection. “You don’t have to say anything fancy today. Just stand your ground, and they’ll see.”
“I’m not here to impress them,” she replied.
“I know,” he said. “But let
