Claire’s POV

The tribunal hall stayed frozen after the Elders whispered those words.

“The Child of Sun and Moon.”

The heavy weight of that title hit me before my brain could process it. The same Elders who had been ready to execute me were now kneeling on the marble floor. Their faces showed pure terror—and it had absolutely nothing to do with Damian.

They were terrified of the child inside me.

Mistress Elara stepped forward, her voice shaking. “Only the union of pure Moon Goddess magic and royal Alpha blood could create this pup. The ancient prophecy promised that such a birth would restore balance to our kingdom.”

The reality...