Kaelen
The moon hangs over the pack house like an omen. White and cold. Watching. Waiting. The rain has finally stopped. They’re calling it the Heretic Moon now. The night the “cursed wolf” will finally be tested. Nyx. The name itself feels like a promise I failed to keep.
The control room is lit by screens. Security feeds, digital maps, message boards filled with chatter from the outer packs. The atmosphere is electric and poisonous, all at once.
“It’s happening. The Alpha Council is live-streaming your father’s speech across all channels.” My beta storms in with his phone in hand, eyes wide. I don’t turn. I can already hear it echoing through the speakers embedded in the walls.
“Brothers and sisters of the Bloodline,” my father’s voice booms, smooth and heavy with venom, “our way of
