Victor's words about a prophecy wouldn't leave me alone.
I started digging in Alexander's private library — old books, dusty scrolls, anything about rejected Lunas or hidden powers.
Alexander found me there at 3 AM, surrounded by open books.
"You should be sleeping," he said softly, sitting beside me.
"I can't. Not until I know what he meant."
He picked up one book. "These are legends. Myths."
"But what if one isn't?"
We read together for hours.
Then I found it.
An ancient text about "The Marked Luna" — a rejected mate born under a blood moon, with dormant power that awakens through true bonding.
The power to either destroy a corrupt king... or save the werewolf world from darkness.
My birthday. The night Jax rejected me. There had been a blood moon.
I remembered now — red sky,
