**AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW**

**MOON CREST PACK**

The air inside the Moon Crest pack house was heavy and thick, the stench of old blood, herbs, and dying magic filled the air. The once-great hall, filled with warriors and members, now felt like a tomb.

On a large stone bed at the center of the room lay Alpha Lucien, the once-feared leader of Moon Crest. His body was still strong, his chest rising and falling weakly with shallow breaths, but his spirit… his spirit was trapped somewhere between ...