The sky split apart.
Dark clouds spiraled above the palace as a wave of ancient power crashed over the battlefield.
Every wolf whether Lycan, Alpha, or rogue dropped to one knee.
An invisible force pressed against their bodies, making it difficult to breathe.
Only three people remained standing.
Nysera.
Draven.
Cassian.
The crack in the heavens widened.
A towering figure descended from the darkness, wrapped in flowing black robes that seemed to absorb every ray of light. His silver hair reached his waist, and a crown forged from black crystal rested upon his head.
When his feet touched the ground, the earth trembled.
Silence consumed the battlefield.
The stranger slowly opened his glowing silver eyes.
“So…”
His voice echoed like distant thunder.
“The Moonborn bloodline still
