The Crimson Moon training grounds still smoldered with the echoes of Lirien’s c*****e—splintered dummies, scorched earth, the pack’s howls of unity ringing in the dawn. Lilith, Jackson, Lucas, Marcus, and Mia gathered in the packhouse’s war room, maps strewn across the oak table, silver daggers pinning routes to Eclipse Pack, the tour’s next stop. The royal convoy—100 warriors, supply trucks, UV rigs—was prepped to roll when a Shadow Pack spy, cloaked in mist-like glamour, materialized at Marcus’s side, his voice a urgent whisper. “Beta—rogue attack on Blizzard Moon. The Pack’s borders were hit at 2 a.m. Rogues—hundreds, cloaked in dark-witch glamours. Fields burned, bunkers breached, warriors slaughtered. Over fifty dead, hundreds wounded. Thorne’s pack is in shambles.” The room froze, th
