The sky above the pack lands had never looked stranger.
Clouds parted in a perfect circle, revealing a full moon at high noon-a celestial impossibility. Silver light rained down like mist, bathing the sacred garden and the crystal tomb at its heart.
And then, she appeared.
The Moon Goddess.
Her form shimmered above the tomb, radiant and terrible, like the embodiment of all things divine. Her presence struck the heart of every wolf in the pack. Elders fell to their knees. Warriors froze mid-step. Pups wept without knowing why.
Inside the tomb garden, Darrian's body lay collapsed near the crystal. His chest rose and fell, but he was unresponsive-his soul no longer tethered to the waking world.
The Goddess's voice echoed like thunder and song.
"Your Alpha walks between realms."
Gasps
