ALLIANCES

The fate of the Lycan packs hung precariously in the balance, like a delicate scale teetering on the edge of collapse. The gates of Sebastian's stronghold creaked open, their iron hinges groaning in protest, as a procession of warriors bearing the Bloodmoon pack's insignia – a crimson moon emblazoned on black – rode into the courtyard.

The clip-clop of hooves on stone echoed through the air, accompanied by the jingle of armor and the soft murmur of voices. At the forefront, Alpha Colton and his mate, Sarah, dismounted their horses, their movements fluid and practiced.

Sebastian, Ava, Scott, and Becca greeted them, curiosity etched on their faces like fine lines on parchment. Colton's rugged features creased into a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Sebastian, old friend," Colton said, his deep voice infused with camaraderie.

Sebastian clasped Colton's hand, their palms meeting in a firm handshake.

"Colton, welcome," Sebastian replied, his voice sincere.

Sarah's gaze swept