CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ezra stands at the head of the cavernous underground den, a natural cathedral beneath the city's heartbeat. His presence alone commands silence, and we all oblige. The Alpha's voice resonates against the stone walls as he speaks.
"Pack," Ezra begins, his eyes scanning over us with that authoritative calm only an Alpha possesses. "We've been cordially invited to celebrate the midsummer jubilee with the Crescent Moon pack. It's a time for strengthening alliances, forging new ones, and celebrating our heritage."
Excitement crackles through the gathered werewolves like electricity, sharp and eager. Whispers bounce off the walls, plans and predictions exchanged in hurried breaths. My gaze flits around, taking in the animated faces of my kin, their eyes alight with anticipati
