The moon hung low in the skies, silver light casting an ethereal glow over Moonstone Pack. Alpha Damien stood at the edge of the forest, arms crossed, eyes clenching against the wisps of smoke curling into the night on the eastern horizon. Something was coming—a portent, an omen that the tenuous peace they had so recently achieved was once more under threat.
At the Alpha's estate, Nadia sat before the fireplace, her dark, long hair being brushed out by her as she hummed along. It had been an excellent day. She and Damien had now established house-keeping without the ever-present specter of betrayal hanging above their heads. The pack had accepted her, their love had grown up, and she had at last achieved peace.
Peace never endured long.
Damien came in, his scent warm and sweet. She smil
