The Silvercrest Packhouse had never been this silent.

The halls that once echoed with laughter and the steady rhythm of loyal footsteps now felt suffocating—heavy with tension, fear, and whispers of betrayal. Wolves moved quietly through the corridors, heads bowed, eyes averted. No one dared speak her name aloud, but Evelyn could feel it—like a ripple beneath her skin.

The rejected Luna had returned.

And this time, she wasn’t here to beg.

She was here to burn.

Evelyn stood before the ...