KAEL POINT OF VIEW

Moonfang never truly sleeps.

Not after a gathering like that. Not after watching Thorne stand beneath the Sacred Moon and refuse to bend, refuse to break, refuse to die.

I felt the unrest in the pack the moment I returned. In the way my warriors prowled the halls instead of resting. In the way whispers moved faster than feet, coiling through stone corridors like smoke that refused to clear. The Sacred Moon had risen and fallen again, yet its judgment lingered in the air, ...