Aria stood in the heart of the Moonstone Sanctuary’s grand hall, the ceremonial fire roaring behind her. Flames danced across polished wooden pillars, casting shifting light on the assembled Circle: Solene, Rowan, Elena, Caleb, Marcus, and the pack elders, all seated around the ancient oak table. The tension in the room was heavy, like the calm before a storm.

Aria raised her chin, her voice clear and steady. “We completed the ritual. Elena is free from Mara’s heart—at least, ...