As silence lingered after Morwen’s haunting prophecy, one of the elder warriors, Ryden, stepped forward, voice thick with urgency.

“If this girl—this Luna—is the reason war is stirring, then what do we do to stop it?” he asked, looking directly at Alpha Lucien.

All eyes turned back to Morwen, who still sat hunched, her voice weaker but steady. “There are only two paths to delay the war,” she said gravely. “But neither comes without great consequence.”

She raised her gaze to Lucien.

“One — the Alpha may reject his Luna, sever the bond, and hand her over to the rival pack… the Nightfang. In doing so, he surrenders her fate,...