The night air was crisp and laced with the distant scent of pine as I moved through the silent halls of the Bloodmoon stronghold. The weight of what Kane and I had discussed earlier sat heavy on my shoulders, a gnawing tension that refused to subside.
Somewhere within these walls, Syren’s influence lingered, festering like an unseen rot. Wolves who had sworn their loyalty to Bloodmoon now carried secrets in their hearts, whispers of treachery lurking beneath their skin. It was no longer a question of if they would strike, but when.
I had no doubt that Syren was watching, waiting for the perfect moment to send her pieces into motion. And if we didn’t uncover them soon, Bloodmoon might not survive the battle that was already brewing within its own borders.
As I reached the main hall, I fo
