Chapter 4

The sun dipped below the jagged treeline as my driver pulled up to the rusted iron gates of the New Moon Pack.

Dusk cast long, bruised shadows across the territory I hadn't seen in nine years.

When I stepped out of the car, crisp mountain air filled my lungs, carrying the familiar scent of pine and damp earth. My chest tightened at the sight before me.

The guard towers were weathered, their wood splintering at the base. The perimeter fences sagged beneath overgrown vines.

New Moon had once been a formidable stronghold. Now it looked like a sanctuary on the…