The approach to the Crescent Moon pack house felt like the stirring of ancient power — thick cedar-wood pillars, banners swaying with the proud moon crest, warriors stationed discreetly yet undeniably present. The air held that heavy, charged anticipation packs always felt on the eve of a Luna Ceremony.
The forest itself seemed to watch.
Evaluate.
Judge.
A sleek black SUV rolled to a stop, gravel crunching beneath the tires in the stillness. The second it stilled, Crescent Moon warriors subtly shifted, straightening, eyes sharp. Every one of them watched the doors with the attention of wolves on alert.
This was not just a diplomatic visit.
This was history walking up to their door — complicated, painful history.
The Silverblade pack emerged one by one, power radiating with every ste
