The Annual Equinox Gala at the Grand Citadel was the pinnacle of elite shifter society. Hundreds of high-ranking Alphas, Lunas, and council delegates milled beneath glittering crystal chandeliers, dressed in their finest ceremonial silks and velvet regalia.

Yet,

The grand ballroom had dissolved into a restless sea of hushed conversations and awestruck glances, but within the immediate radius where Damien and I stood, the air felt suspended, heavy with an electric, otherworldly weight.

As Damien straightened from his dee

Three days following the Equinox Gala, the political landscape of the northern territories had undergone a seismic restructuring. With Ethan banished and Vivienne’s corrupt empire dismantled, the Blackthorn Pack and the resurrected Ancient Lycan Bloodline formed an un