Raven’s POV
The scent of blood lingered in the air.
I leaned back in my chair, watching the flickering candlelight dance along the stone walls of my chamber. The war had begun.
And yet…
Elara was still standing.
The news of her progress through the Lunar Trials had reached me swiftly. First, she had faced her past and survived. Then, she had endured the Moon’s Labyrinth—an ordeal that had crushed even the strongest werewolves before her.
But she wasn’t just surviving. She was winning.
A sharp growl rumbled in my throat.
The so-called Lunar Alpha was growing stronger. Too strong.
I tapped my fingers against the wooden table, my patience thinning. "She thinks she can defy fate." My voice was quiet, but the men standing before me flinched.
“She has already passed two trials, my Lord
