Chapter 53: The Final Confrontation

The air was thick with anticipation as Rayka stood on the hill overlooking the Moonshadow Pack’s stronghold. The landscape that had once brought her peace now felt like the setting for an inevitable disaster. The wind carried the scent of tension, fear, and the unmistakable presence of looming danger. Sylvester was beside her, his gaze hard, his expression unreadable as he stared at the forest below. Somewhere out there, Mordaen was waiting.

Mordaen.

The name had become synonymous with fear and betrayal in their pack, but still, so little was known about the man himself. Some said he was an ancient werewolf, a relic of a time long forgotten, when power was everything, and mercy was a sign of weakness. Others believed he was a myth, an idea born from fear itself. But Rayka knew better now. She had faced him, had seen the calculating malice in his eyes. Mordaen was real—and he was coming for everything she held dear.

Rayka’s fingers curled into fists at her sides as she recalled their l