now, the flames of the sacred fire dwindling, leaving only the soft crackle of dying embers. Ava tugged at my arm, her voice full of concern, b

, across the forest, another mind was at work-one t

y, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. He breathed in the cool night air, letting it fill his lungs as if drawing strength from the darkness i

-more power, more control, more dominance. And that hunger had led him to the prophecy of Silverclaw, a prophecy that spoke of a Luna who could either save or destroy their kind. Draven had n

almost instantly, a loyal shadow that had followed him through countless battles. Marcus was a man o

ded, inclining his hea

ay hidden behind the protective embrace of the enchanted forest. "Silverclaw is weak, too reliant on the

, though there was no doubt in his tone.

their borders will do nicely-a warning that we're not to be trifled with. Let them sc

ld follow. "I'll send a scouting party at first light.

ning. Silverclaw is more than just territory; it's a symbol. And symbol

eaves in the wind. But Draven's thoughts were far from silent. They were

enom. "Alive. She'll watch as I tear down everything she holds dear, as I destroy her pre

otives, even if he didn't fully understand them. Draven's vendetta against the Nightshade family was someth

Marcus ventured cautiously, his voice low.

That's none of your concern," he snapped, his tone brooking no argument. "Just

astened. "Of course, Alpha.

but the bitterness in his heart remained, festering like a wound that refused to heal. The Nightshades ha

n ragged gasps as he knelt before Draven. "Alpha,

ct timing," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Bri

t his eyes burned with defiance. Draven leaned down, his gaze locking

e faded, replaced by a cold, deadly calm. "No matter," he said softly,

g filled the air as the scout screamed in agony. Draven's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. The secr

hony of suffering that marked the beginning of th