The roaring cheers of the Blood Moon pack echoed through the central arena, vibrating against the ancient stone walls. Alpha Valen of the Iron Ridge pack did not look like a man who had just lost a blood-combat. He looked like a man who had just woken up from a century-long nightmare. The rigid, isolationist pride that had defined his pack for generations had been shattered, replaced by a grim, unifying realization.
Kael nodded, accepting the pledge of loyalty. The sheer magnitude of this moment wasn't lost on anyone. For the first time in recorded history, the Blood Moon, the Silver Paw, and the Iron Ridge were standing on the same side of the battlefield.
Elara descended the stone steps of the Alpha’s balcony, her presence immediately parting the sea of hardened warriors. The Iron Ridg
