|| CASSENDRA'S POV ||

The moon hung overhead, casting a silvery glow over the clearing where the confrontation with Arion had unfolded. The scent of damp earth lingered in the air, a tangible reminder of the recent clash that had stirred the werewolf community. As other pack members arrived, their eyes widened at the aftermath, the tension in the clearing palpable.

I could feel the eyes of the pack on us as Zavier and I assessed the situation. Arion, fueled by resentment and defiance, had dealt a striking blow before making his escape into the shadows. The night seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next turn in this...