The full moon hung low over the Lycandor territory, casting silver ribbons of light across the rolling parklands surrounding the Lyric estate. Ancient oaks and pines stretched their shadows across dew-soaked grass, skeletal fingers swaying in the chill night wind. Somewhere, a stream whispered through the undergrowth, a soft murmur that contrasted sharply with the charged energy vibrating across the pack grounds.
Ethan stood atop the crest of a low hill, overlooking the main gathering area. His silhouette was sharp against the moonlight, shoulders squared, eyes glinting with authority. Below him, hundreds of his pack awaited—humans, hybrids, and pure wolves—each one acutely aware of his presence. Every heartbeat seemed to echo his own, every shift of weight synchronized with the subtle ri
