A chill swept across the battlefield.
The celebration died instantly.
The newly restored Moon Kingdom had barely taken its first breath of peace, and already another storm was gathering.
Nysera stepped down from the ancient altar.
“Who is this Alpha?”
The scout remained on one knee.
“He calls himself Alpha Ryker of the Northern Pack.”
King Orion frowned.
“Ryker…”
“I thought his bloodline ended generations ago.”
Master Rowan’s face darkened.
“So did I.”
Draven immediately noticed the fear in the old master’s eyes.
“You know him?”
Rowan nodded slowly.
“Not him…”
“His family.”
The warriors gathered around as Rowan spoke.
“The Northern Pack was once one of the Five Royal Packs.”
“They guarded the northern border of the Moon Kingdom.”
“For centuries they served the Moon Quee
