The hall buzzed with quiet tension, every wolf within it keenly aware of the stakes. The ceremonial rituals had concluded, the High Elder's words echoing in their minds, but there was something unspoken now. The calm of the moment had not settled into peace but into an uneasy expectation.
Jason stood at Una's side, his presence radiating with power, but even his strength couldn’t quell the growing unease that hung in the air. The ceremony had marked their bond, their ascension to leadership of the Blue Moon Pack—but it had also invited enemies who sought to destroy everything they’d built.
“We should have anticipated it,” Jason muttered under his breath, his voice low, but still filled with the sharp edge of realization. “Henry won’t stop until he sees us crumble.”
Una’s gaze never left
