Jaxon
The walk back to the pack house felt longer than usual, every step weighted down by the questions banging against the walls of my skull. My jaw clenched with every thought. The figure Elvira met — I had no proof, no certainty. But that lingering feeling… something was wrong.
I hated speculating without facts. That was how wars started. That was how good people died. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing my thoughts just as much as my body. Could Bloodmoon truly be behind Alpha Mira’s death? Was this revenge? Retribution? Or something else entirely?
When I reached the now-empty festival grounds, the once-vibrant place now echoed with the sound of dancing tress and fading drumbeats. Two figures stood near the unlit bonfire — Ronan and Talon, my Gamma. I sighed, bracing myself.
"Fin
