The war did not begin with armies.
It began with truth.
Valentine felt it the moment she stepped beyond the sanctuary’s threshold. Not fear. Not resistance. Recognition. Wolves everywhere were realizing the same thing at once. The world they had obeyed was never held together by divinity. It had been held together by a carefully preserved lie.
The Moon Goddess had not ruled because she was necessary.
She had ruled because she was convenient.
Across the territories, packs fractured along invisible fault lines. Not Alpha versus Omega. Not strong versus weak. But believer versus awakened. Those who still clung to sacred hierarchy fought to preserve it with claws and blood. Those who had been crushed beneath it refused to kneel again.
Luther stood at Valentine’s side as messengers arrive
