The summit hall buzzed with restrained energy. Elders from every major pack—Winterclaw, Crescent Fang, Stormveil, even a few formerly rogue territories—were seated at the long circular table carved from Moonstone rock, its surface glowing faintly in the firelight. The summit had officially begun.
Evelyn stood at the head of the circle, flanked by Ronan and Beta Malia. Her presence commanded the room. She wasn’t just a Luna now—she was the voice of the changing era. A symbol of unity, of rebirth.
And Kade hated that.
He lounged in his seat like a bored noble, but his fingers drummed against the armrest. The Shadow Thorn warriors stood just beyond the hall’s threshold, alert and battle-ready. The message was clear—he wasn’t here to talk. He was here to dismantle everything Evelyn had buil
