ALIONAS POV
The morning air carried a sharp chill, the kind that bit into your lungs and sent your pulse racing even before you hit the rink. It was match day—one that the entire Mooncrest pack had been waiting for. The stands were already filling with werewolves, Lycans, and spectators from neighboring territories, each buzzing with the promise of blood, pride, and glory.
We’d arrived early, their faces set in grim determination. They were seething—rightfully so. Only two nights ago, they’d been ambushed at their own border by the Falcons. It hadn’t been a full-blown battle, but close enough. Bruises marked a few of their warriors, and the memory of the confrontation lingered like a bitter taste.
Julian hadn’t said much about it, but I could see the anger simmering under his calm exte
