Chapter Ninety Four : The Pulse of Power

The pack house was silent, the kind of quiet that felt like the calm before a storm. I sat on my bed, my knees pulled to my chest, the Moon’s Heart pulsing steadily inside me. Luna was alert, her glow warm but tense, like she knew something was coming. The memory of the void wraiths—those shadowy, cloaked figures with eyes like black voids—still sent shivers down my spine. Selene was out there, her allies pushing at the sealed gate, and the Heart’s power was drawing them like moths to a flame. I was its guardian now, but it felt more like a...