Weeks later, the packs stood together under one banner. Everything was all mine now. I had control over everyone despite breaking free from the prophecy of the moon. It felt surreal to me, but I needed to understand it was just the reality for me and nothing else.

The Blood Moon reign was no longer something whispered in fear. It was spoken aloud now, celebrated in howls and firelight, in unity instead of bloodshed. Wolves who once hunted each other now shared borders, food, and ground. ...