The night air crackled with celebration as the pack rejoiced under the full moon. Drums echoed through the valley. Wolves danced. Magic shimmered in the air like stardust.
But Aiden stood apart.
Alone on the cliff that overlooked the Luna Circle, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Below, he saw her—Aria. Cloaked in silver and moonlight. Her aura radiant, powerful, divine. And standing beside her, a crown of fire and pride in his golden eyes—Axel.
Chosen.
He was chosen!.
Aiden’s hands trembled as he clenched the stone railing. A faint trail of blood marked his palm where his claws had pierced skin. He didn’t feel it. He didn’t feel anything.
Except rage.
And confusion.
And heartbreak so deep it threatened to hollow him out.
He didn’t understand.
He had buried his desires. Bitte
