The Alpha's Vow
The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a steady, cleansing light, pushing back against the viral gloom that had settled over the Shadowmoon Pack. The ritual, guided by Kieran and powered by the essence of the strongest purebloods, had begun to work. Some of the sickest warriors still lay writhing, too far gone for the initial infusion, but others stirred, their forms solidifying, the pallor leaving their fur. Their breathing steadied, and a faint, desperate hope flickered in their eyes. The ancient ways held a cure.
Kieran, though still weakened, felt a renewed strength flow through him. The ritual had taxed his own essence, but the mate bond, now a searing, vibrant line to Lyra, was a constant source of defiant power. He could feel her torment in Elias’s sterile Vault, her spiri
