Sapphire's POV
The pack house is chaos.
Wolves are running, screaming, fighting. The blood moon hangs overhead—huge and red and terrible, casting a sickly crimson glow over the blood-soaked courtyard.
I can feel its power pulsing through my veins, weakening me. My wolf is silent, cowering in the back of my mind. The blood moon strips us of our strength, leaving us vulnerable.
I can't shift. I can't fight.
But I can run.
I grab Julia's hand, pulling her through the corridors. We need to get to safety. We need to find somewhere to hide.
We don't make it far.
Natalie steps out of the shadows, a silver knife gleaming in her hand. Her eyes are wild, her perfectly styled hair a mess, her face twisted with decades of hidden hatred.
"You," she snarls. "You did this. You ruined everything.
