Kai POV
The packhouse clearing glows under the full moon’s silver gaze, the night air crisp with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the kind that stirs the blood of every wolf gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar at its centre. Torches flicker along the perimeter, their flames casting dancing shadows on the faces of my Blood Moon Pack—warriors standing tall and proud, omegas with arms linked, pups wide-eyed and hushed against their mothers—all gathered around the ancient stone altar at the heart of the clearing. The altar itself is weathered granite, etched with runes older than any living wolf, symbols of loyalty and blood that seem to pulse faintly tonight, as if the Moon Goddess herself leans close to witness what we do. Atlas paces within me, his massive pre
