Chapter 349

• Third Person’s POV
• The moon was swollen and radiant, its silver light spilling over Stormridge’s ceremonial grounds like a blessing from the Goddess Herself. Tonight was not merely a ritual. It was history. After decades of bloodshed and shadows, the East Pack would crown its new Luna—Aria, the White Wolf, reborn from loss and fate’s cruel twists.
• The clearing was filled with wolves. Elders in flowing cloaks, warriors in their finest leathers, maidens crowned with flowers woven through their hair. The air smelled of pine smoke, burning sage, and anticipation. Wolves shifted back and forth between skin and fur, some howling to the heavens in celebration, others whispering prayers under their breath.