Caitlyn’s POV

The sky burned red.

I stood on the balcony of the Silver Moon Pack’s stronghold, staring at the eerie glow of the Blood Moon. The air felt alive, charged with something ancient and powerful. It made my skin prickle, my wolf restless. Lily paced inside me, her unease mirroring my own. I could feel it—the shift, the storm that was coming.

A Blood Moon meant war. It meant change. It meant something irreversible was on the horizon. The pack below sensed it too. I could hear them murmuring, could feel their tension thick in the air. Even the wind carried a warning.

Then, pain struck.

A searing, blinding...