_Aaron's POV_
Mira was gone. The Selene Festival had taken an unexpected turn, and I knew exactly where she had gone—the Firemoon Pack. That pack was her home and their Alpha would not hesitate to protect her again. It was infuriating, but I had to stay calm. Declaring war on the Firemoon Pack wasn’t an option. They were strong, with soldiers that outnumbered and outmatched my own. Losing men over this wasn’t worth it. Not when I had other ways to get what I wanted.
I paced the length of my study, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. My desk, carved from dark oak, was littered with maps, letters, and documents. The golden glow of the fireplace cast long shadows across the room, but it didn’t soothe me. The curse weighed heavily on me, a constant reminder of my failure. My pur
