(Reina’s POV)
The night air was thick with tension as we stood outside the war tent, the scent of burning wood and dried blood lingering. The remnants of Luke’s rebellion were nothing but ashes now, but the battle was far from over.
Kyle’s hand was firm on my lower back, his touch grounding me, steadying me. His golden eyes burned with determination, his wolf on edge.
Neraxis.
The name echoed in my mind like a whispered curse, the weight of the Moon Goddess’s warning pressing on my chest. This enemy wasn’t like Luke. He wasn’t just an Alpha with power-hungry ambitions. He was something else. Something older, something far deadlier.
And he was waiting for us.
I turned to the gathered warriors our people, my people. They were battered but not broken, their gazes filled with the same un
