The night was heavy with foreboding, cloaked in thick, rolling clouds that smothered the stars. A cold wind howled through the desolate lands surrounding the Blood Moon Pack’s stronghold, whispering omens of ruin. Shadows crept along the jagged stones, and the air pulsed with the venomous hum of dark magic.
Zara stumbled through the iron gates, her figure ragged and trembling. Her body bore the marks of exile—bruised, torn, discarded. But her eyes burned with unrelenting fury, glowing like coals lit by vengeance. She had lost everything—her home, her title, her name. And all of it… was because of her.
Ella.
The guards growled, their claws extending as they moved in for the kill, teeth bared. But before they could strike, Zara collapsed to her knees, blood dripping from her lips, her voi
