THORNE POINT OF VIEW

The Sacred Moon never rose quietly.

It climbed the sky like a silent judge, pale and immense, washing the land in silver light that stripped lies bare and magnified truths wolves preferred to keep hidden. On nights like this, the bond between packs was meant to strengthen. Old grudges were set aside. Blood debts paused. The moon demanded unity, even if only for a few hours.

But as I stood at the heart of Shadowfang’s ceremonial grounds, I knew peace would not come so ...