The morning was once again tense around the packhouse.
The Crescent Vale warriors were still at the border, their presence like a shadow pressing on the Moonfire pack. Even without attacking, they made everyone uneasy, as if the air itself had grown heavier. Their eyes, alert and calculating, seemed to watch every movement, every decision, waiting for the slightest misstep. Rumors had spread among the pack—stories of other clans broken by overconfidence, warriors taken down by a single wrong move. The thought lingered like a cold wind through the council chambers.
Alpha Joseph had called a meeting early that morning. High-ranking members were summoned: Jax, Zack, Jesse, and me. I didn’t know what to expect, but judging by the serious looks on everyone’s faces, it wasn’t a normal discussi
