The MoonTrial
The air was electric that night. Every torch that lined the Shadowfang courtyard burned blue-white, the color of moonfire. The pack gathered in a wide circle, their faces half-lit, half-shadowed. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath. The Moon Trial wasn’t just a ceremony—it was a judgment. Selene stood in the center of the circle, her heart hammering against her ribs. The moon hung high above, full and cold, spilling light across her pale skin. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them in front of her, feeling the pulse of energy beneath her flesh—the same power that had frightened half the pack weeks ago. Tonight, she would prove herself. Or she would die trying. Darius stood at the edge of the circle, arms folded across his chest, eyes locked on her. The silver in his ir
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