The wind howled across the high cliffs as Heiko, in full wolf form, raced through the thinning forests, his paws pounding the ground, each breath a burst of white vapor in the bitter northern air.
A single name in his mind.
Dark Moon.
A place few dared to speak of. A territory cloaked in silence, ruled by a man no one truly understood—Alpha Jon.
Even the Royal Council whispered of him with unease. His autonomy was total, his isolation unwavering. He answered no summons. Formed no alliances. Signed no treaties. Invitations to trade or form partnerships were ignored or declined with polite but firm silence.
The Dark Moon Pack had become legend, bordering myth.
But Heiko knew better.
There were movements on his borders, something connected to that secluded patch of wild land no one dar
