The air was thick with tension as Selene and Ronan made their way back to the Whitefang camp. The night had fallen silent, save for the distant howls of wolves and the rustle of leaves in the wind. Selene’s mind raced, the creature’s words echoing in her thoughts. The Blood Moon Pack was no longer a legend. It was real. And now, they were at the doorstep of her pack, ready to reclaim what they believed was theirs.
Ronan’s silence only added to the weight of the moment. She had never seen him like this—usually so calm, so certain—but now, there was an unease in his eyes that sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine. She could feel it, too—the pull of the unknown, the danger creeping closer with every passing moment.
“Ronan, you have to tell me,” Selene said, her voice breaking the silence
