Far Behind... Within the cave, the Alpha remained still long after they were gone.
His hand rested on an old pendant, blackened with age. A twin to the one Maren wore.
A whisper curled through the cavern — soft, feminine, haunting.
"You cannot run from your blood forever."
The Alpha clenched his jaw. “I buried you, Sahra.”
The voice only laughed.
“And still, I rise in your daughter.”
The fire sputtered. The cave grew colder.
He exhaled. Slow. Broken.
“Moon help me... I may have no choice.”
The cave was silent, but the past was not.
As the Hollow Moon Alpha sat alone by the dying embers of the fire, the flickering flames seemed to peel back the years. The stones around him blurred, warped — until they became marble halls, warm sunlight, laughter.
A time when the world was differ
