The underground lunar chamber beneath Shadowmoon Academy hummed with ancient power. Carved deep into the mountain, its walls were etched with glowing silver runes that pulsed in time with the approaching full moon. This was the heart of the academy’s magic — a sacred place where pack rituals, bond completions, and lunar ceremonies had been held for centuries.
But tonight, it felt like a trap.
Elara Voss stood in the center of the circular chamber, surrounded by the council, senior instructors, and a small group of trusted students. The map Lila had recovered from the assassin lay open on the stone altar, the blood-circled location matching their exact position.
Professor Vance’s confession still echoed in everyone’s minds.
Kai Thorn stood at Elara’s side like a living shield, his hand
