Third-Person POV: Facing the sudden intruders, Selena was on high alert. Newly empowered as Alpha, she could feel a surge of strength welling up from within—an undeniable gift from the Moon Goddess. She was itching for a fight. Why not use these rude trespassers as sparring partners? Selena thou
Realizing the danger, Charles finally allowed Billy to guide him out of the forest. …… Inside Red Moon Packhouse Elder Jack paced angrily in the hall, scolding the warriors who had been the first to retreat. “Do you realize the mess you’ve made? That wasn’t an earthquake!” Selena helped hi
Charles' POV: On the way back to the packhouse, I replayed every moment of my encounter with Selena. Despite everything, she still felt connected to me. The gentle way she had nudged her nose against my fur—it was almost like a dream. In that instant, I realized that I couldn’t give her up. I lo
Billy's POV: Penelope smashed a glass against the wall, shards scattering across the floor. “Selena is not your Luna! She betrayed our pack and killed our warriors—she’s our enemy!” “I’m reporting to the Alpha directly,” I said, unwilling to waste more time with Penelope. Arguing with her was po
Billy's POV: “What are you talking about, Billy?! I’d never declare war on Red Moon Pack!” I studied Charles’s expression closely. His anger was genuine, not a performance. He gripped my collar, his frustration palpable. “When did I give you such an order? What’s going on?” At that moment, I k
Charles' POV: I reached the parking lot, where a servant had prepped my Bugatti, its engine purring, ready to be unleashed. Pressing the pedal, the car surged forward like a beast, aiming straight for Red Moon Pack. The deep night engulfed me, and I found myself rehearsing what I would say to Se
Ryan's POV: Today is a good day. Convincing Selena to accept help from Fjord Pack’s warriors was almost too easy, and she agreed without hesitation. After all, what other choice did she have? With Red Moon Pack’s current forces, Quinn could easily crush them with Black Valley Pack’s army. Than
Charles' POV: The metallic scent of blood overwhelmed my senses. A harsh tug yanked me up, my arms tightly bound to a rope, suspending my body downward. Every breath sent waves of pain coursing through my bones. I felt like my skeleton was splintering with each inhale. “Crack!” A whip snapped