*Greenwood Territory— Moonrise*

The night settled over Greenwood. No guards paced. No torches burned. The forest lit itself with soft glows from moss-lined paths and pale crystals embedded in the roots.

Crystal sat near the sacred clearing, her back against a thick-barked tree that is older than the packs themselves.

Its roots curled around her, dipping into the earth and pressing against her spine. She could feel the hum of the forest, not just around her but within. Her ...