Chapter 94
The morning sun streamed through the high windows of the Royal Pack’s dining hall, illuminating a table piled high with the kind of feast only a werewolf's appetite could justify. After a night in real beds and a breakfast that had finally silenced their growling stomachs, the group gathered in the courtyard. The air was thick with the bittersweet finality of a mission accomplished.
Cutty stepped forward, his hands tracing intricate patterns in the air. With a low hum of power, two swirling rifts tore open. To the left, the shimmering blue-gold light of the portal to Blue Lake pulsed steadily; to the right, the dusty, crimson-tinted gateway to the Desert Moon pack flickered into existence.
Wyatt stood between the two, his hand resting protectively on Rylee’s shoulder. He turn
