Alex’s POV
The night was too quiet.
That was the first sign.
No wind.
No distant howls.
No movement in the trees.
Just silence.
The kind that comes before something breaks.
I stood at the borders of Redmoon, every instinct on edge. Beside me, warriors lined up—tense, ready.
Then—
A howl.
Deep. Commanding.
Familiar.
My blood ran cold.
“Sebastian…” I whispered.
From the darkness—
They emerged.
Dozens.
No—
Hundreds.
Werewolves poured out of the forest like a living shadow, their eyes glowing unnaturally. Power radiated off them—but it wasn’t natural.
It was corrupted.
Twisted.
Given.
My jaw clenched.
He actually did it.
And then I saw him.
Sebastian stepped forward.
Calm.
Cold.
Unrecognizable.
Gone was the brother I once knew.
In his place—
Was something far m
