The Sacred Clearing had descended into utter chaos.
Hundreds of Dark Moon wolves stood frozen in disbelief, their howls and murmurs turning into a storm of confusion. Torches flickered wildly as warriors pushed forward, some shouting in joy, others demanding answers. The air was thick with tension, the full moon above casting an eerie silver light over the unfolding drama.
Chase stood at the center of it all — alive, tall, and radiating a cold confidence that sent chills through the crowd. His blue eyes, once warm and playful, now held a sharp, calculating edge. He looked at the pack like a king returning to claim his throne.
Kylian’s mother, Seraphina, broke through the crowd first. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed to her son and threw her arms around him.
“Chase… my boy… yo
