Eleanora’s POV

The Grand Hall of the Emerald estate had never been so full. Banners of both Sapphire and Emerald packs hung on either side of the vaulted ceiling, blue and silver for us, green and black for Gannon’s bloodline.

Alpha heirs. Elders. Betas. War chiefs.

They’d all come.

Some out of loyalty.

Others out of fear.

A few, I suspected, came only to watch us fail.

I stood beside Gannon on the raised dais, fingers laced with his. His grip was firm but warm, grounding me. Around us, murmurs echoed like ghosts. Eyes studied me, not just as Luna, but as the Moon-Blood Alpha they weren’t ready to accept....