Chapter Ten – After the Fire
The battlefield was a graveyard of smoke and ash.
The flames that had licked the forest still hissed faintly, dying under the combined efforts of Crescent Moon wolves. The stench of burned wood and blood clung to the air, thick enough to choke. Bodies—rogues and pack alike—littered the ground, some already being carried toward the healer’s wing.
And in the center of it all stood Lila, still in her wolf form.
Her glowing white fur shimmered faintly under the pale moonlight, a beacon in the c*****e. The other wolves whispered in awe, voices carrying disbelief and reverence.
“Moon-Blessed…” someone breathed.
“Impossible… she was rejected.”
“Damian must have known—”
“No. He didn’t.”
Their words swirled around her like a storm.
The Alpha’s Gaze
Damian’s g
