The moon hung heavy and crimson in the sky like a looming omen. It painted the world in blood, casting shadows across the camp where Kaelin’s pack had taken refuge. Soldiers, betas, and omegas alike stirred with unease, all aware that the blood moon came with ancient power—and darker truths.
Kaelin stood atop a cliff overlooking the encampment. The wind tore through her cloak, her eyes glowing faintly under the moon’s cursed light. She clutched the prophecy parchment in her gloved hand. The truth it bore twisted through her thoughts like thorns.
"One of royal blood born under the curse of moon and flame shall unmake the world and weave it anew."
Theron joined her in silence, his presence grounding her. The Alpha King's expression was stern, but his hand found hers. Despite his strength,
