The dawn broke over the Bloodmoon Pack’s camp, casting a soft light on the aftermath of the previous night’s turmoil. The air was crisp, and the sense of urgency that had hung over the pack was slowly giving way to a cautious hope. Dimitri, with Kate, Louis, and their most trusted warriors, knew they had to act swiftly to restore trust and unity among their members.

The previous night’s confrontation had been a wake-up call. The internal divisions were a threat as dangerous as any external foe, and it was clear that immediate action was required to prevent further discord.

Dimitri, though physically unscathed, wore a different kind of wound....