Five years after

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

Five years later...

The parchment rustled as I leaned in, concentrating on the ancient maps and reports strewn across my solid oak desk. Midnight had wrapped the palace in its dark embrace, yet sleep eludes me. There’s a tension in the air—a low, ominous hum that seems to seep through the very walls of my private study. On nights like this, the shadows appear to creep, and the wind carries whispers meant only for the moon.

I let out a deep sigh, heavy with the weight of the choices that lie ahead. As Luna Queen, my decisions come with consequences that extend well beyond these stone walls; they send ripples through the heart of our pack, impacting every life connected to us. Tomorrow’s gathering is crucial; it’s not just another meeting—it could very well determine our fate amid the rising fear and distrust brewing beyond our hidden sanctuary.