"Move, Silas! Now!" Kaelen’s voice was no longer a command; it was the frantic roar of a dying animal.

He didn't wait for the Beta to step aside. Channeling every ounce of his Alpha strength, Kaelen lunged forward, throwing his entire weight against the iron door.

The stone floor of the North Tower was still stained with Valeriana Cross’s blood.

She sat in a high-backed wooden chair by the narrow window, her breathing shallow and measured. Beneath her simple linen tunic, ninety-nine severing runes burned into her flesh with

The night of the Blood Moon arrived with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, the sky stained a deep, bruised crimson.

Inside the grand ballroom of the Bloodwood fortress, a thousand candles flickered in crystal chandeliers, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished