Chapter Fifty-Three – 4 Alphas, 1 Queen Luna
Outside the fortress walls, the air had shifted.
Wolves stirred uneasily in their ranks, hackles lifting as something primal hummed through the bond. It wasn’t the familiar tether to their own alpha—it was something new. A foreign pulse, a thrum that wove through every heart and claw like invisible lightning.
Melting Moon wolves looked to one another in confusion, their eyes flashing silver. Crescent wolves stiffened, growling low as if bracing for an unseen attack. The Pine Wood warriors fell silent, their bodies trembling with the weight of something they couldn’t name. Even Celestia wolves, disciplined and sharp, faltered as the threads wound their way through them.
The confusion spread like wildfire. Whispers turned to growls. Growls
