The fire crackled, sending golden embers drifting into the night sky. The gathered pack stood in a wide circle around Kane, their eyes sharp with expectation. This was a moment of unity, a final act to seal the future of Bloodmoon.
At the center of it all, Noah and Leila's mate knelt before Kane.
Leila's mate had introduced himself to me as Aikan. The name was sharp as a blade, and his eyes had the cold determination of stone. He had chosen, chosen his mate and his son over whatever promise Darius had given him.
Noah’s young face was solemn, yet there was no fear in his eyes. He knew what this moment meant. He had been raised among us, had fought to protect our pack. And Aikan—Leila’s mate, the lost brother of Syren—had chosen this path, had chosen us, over whatever past he had left b
