ARES'/REX' POV

The night breeze swept across my bare arms, teasing the hem of my gray shirt as I leaned heavily on the balcony rail. From this height, I could see the entire Silver Moon Pack. Smaller than Crescent Moon, yes, but still quite large for a mid-tier pack.

The lights from their homes flickered warmly, laughter rising faintly from the streets below. Peaceful. Happy. Alive.

A dull ache pierced through my chest at the contrast. My people had known that peace once—when I was still on ...