The Blood-Moon Syndicate estate was a fortress of black marble and gold, perched high in the jagged peaks of the northern mountains. Tonight, it was ablaze with light.

Inside the master suite, Freya Vance stood before a massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back

Julian’s frantic, ragged breaths were the only sounds left in the massive ballroom. The glittering Syndicate elites, dressed in their finest silks and tailored suits, stared down at the Ironcrest Alpha in total silence. A few moments ago, he had burst through the doors like a conquering hero. Now, h

The pinnacle of the Blood-Moon mountain estate was bathed in the silver light of a full moon. The sacred grove, surrounded by ancient, towering pines, hummed with an ancient magic that made the air feel alive.

Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her heart beating in a steady, powerful rhythm.