(Owen)
The moon hung high above the jagged branches of the ancient trees that surrounded the royal pack’s territory, casting a silver glow on the clearing where I stood. The night was cool, a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves, and the air crackled with the tension of impending change. For weeks now, shadows had danced at the edges of our lands, whispers of rogue attacks threatening to shatter the fragile peace that we had fought so valiantly to maintain. My mate, Annaliz, our Lycan Queen, stood beside me, her presence a beacon of strength and clarity amidst the chaos that brewed in our hearts.
Though our packs had always clung to their traditions of strength and independence, the urgency of our current situation demanded something different. We needed unity, collaboration, and
