Chapter 60 Rise Of The Bloodmoon

• They came in the hour before dawn — cloaked in rags and shadow, marked by scars, mistrust, and defiance.
• The Bloodmoon Pack didn’t arrive like emissaries. They arrived like wolves that had nothing left to lose.
• From her balcony atop Castle Moonclaw, Lucy watched them file into the outer courtyard. Over a hundred of them, some limping, some armored, all watching the walls as if daring the stone to reject them. There were no banners. No colors. Just raw presence — a living reminder of every werewolf once deemed unworthy by the ruling clans.