The night of the Solstice descended upon the Bloodwood Pack in a blaze of silver moonlight and roaring bonfires. The distant sounds of music, laughter, and clinking glasses drifted up the stone walls of the North Tower, a stark contrast to the heavy, suffocating sil

The dawn air in the Bloodwood territory was sharp enough to bite, carrying the crisp, metallic scent of frost and pine. The training grounds were entirely deserted, save for the rhythmic, violent sound of wood splintering.

Valeriana Cross stood perfectly still at the sevent

The heavy iron door of the North Tower did not just open; it exploded inward, the metal hinges shrieking in protest as they were violently tested against the stone frame.

Valeriana did not flinch. She sat at her mahogany desk, her posture perfectly straight, a quill poi