Lucian
The helicopter touched down at the Mooncrest base, the landing smooth but heavy with everything we were bringing back. As I stepped out, I took a deep breath—Mooncrest’s air, crisp and familiar. Home.
We moved through the corridor toward the building’s exit, and the noise hit us before the doors even opened.
Outside, a crowd had gathered. Not just a few onlookers—dozens. Maybe hundreds. The cheering erupted the moment we stepped into view. People waved flags, threw flowers, shouted our names. The press surged forward like a pack of wolves in suits and lipstick, microphones like weapons aimed straight at our faces.
"Alpha, Alpha—please tell us how you overcame Alaric after he double-crossed you and tried to cheat?” a man barked at my father, pushing a mic too close for comfort.
