Chapter 155

• Kiara
• The wind howled through the jagged peaks surrounding the Blood Moon Pack's territory, carrying the sharp scent of frost and pine as I traveled down the winding path to their faraway stronghold.
• My Lycan form propelled itself easily through the rugged terrain, my dark fur merging in the shadows with those of the forest, red eyes faintly glowing in the pre-dawn. Beside me, Father moved with a steady, deliberate grace in his large Lycan form, silver streaks of his fur showing in the faint moonlight. Finn lagged at a distance, thinner in werewolf form, his blond fur blowing from side to side in the wind as his blue eyes darted anxiously between the two of us. Tension crackled in the air, a tight rope binding us by purpose; I grinned at the chaos that would come.