POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
I had spent my life hearing stories of the Wildfire Pack. In the Diamond Moon, they were spoken of as a pack of warmth and gold—a territory defined by its endless autumn forests and the fierce loyalty of its warriors. But as we crossed the invisible border for the first time in my life, I realized the stories were dead.
The air didn't just turn cold; it turned stagnant. It was the heavy, suffocating weight of the Void. Joseph Conrad hadn't just fortified his borders; he had invited a rot into the earth that felt like a personal insult to every living wolf.
Beside me, the ground groaned under the weight of Sable. Amethyst was no longer the girl I had sheltered in my pack house. She was the White Wolf with Purple Eyes, a massive, shimmering sovereign of ivory a
