Caitlyn and Raymond stood together, the weight of her third mark pressing on her like a storm about to break. The crescent moon, pierced by a single red line, burned on her skin—a mark of something greater than either of them had anticipated. It was a symbol of their bond, yes, but it was more than that. Caitlyn had always thought she was just a bridge between the Moonborn and their legacy, but now she realized—she was the living link between the Moonborn, the Forsaken, and the First Wolf’s forgotten bloodline.

As they walked through the camp, heads turned. The pack could feel the shift in the air, the weight...