The Crescent Moon Pack buzzed with unrest.

The Alpha had tightened patrols. Warriors stood guard on every tower, and no one was allowed outside the gates after sunset. Lucians rage filled the air like smoke, thick and choking. Dariuss escape had rattled them all.

Especially Mara.

She sat in her room, staring at her reflection. Her hands trembled. She had told them everything. She had done what they asked. But something about the way Darius looked at her in that final moment he didnt beg, didnt curse, didnt scream.

He simply disappeared.

And that haunted her.

Across the fortress, Lucian slammed his fist on the table. “He is hiding inside...