Chapter 87 – Rise of the Moon-Blooded Queen
The skies bled crimson as the war drums thundered through the valley. Seraphina stood on the edge of the Moonstone Cliff, her silver armor reflecting the morning light, her eyes locked on the gathering storm that rolled across the horizon like an omen of reckoning. The final war was near.
Behind her, the united pack armies of Moonhowlers, Nightfangs, and Bloodclaws stood shoulder to shoulder. Once rivals. Now united by a common cause—her cause.
The whispers had already started: Moon-Blooded Queen.
Seraphina had proven herself not only worthy of the three alphas’ love and loyalty—but also of the throne the Elders had tried to destroy. She was no longer the Luna of prophecy. She was the prophecy.
“A message from the council,” Kieran announced,
