Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The Diamond Moon Pack House was transformed. The expansive grounds, usually reserved for training and patrols, were now host to the largest gathering of North American Shifter leadership in decades. The Luna Ceremony was less than twelve hours away, scheduled for the midday peak of the moon’s energy. The air was thick with the conflicting scents of dozens of foreign packs—the sharp pine of the Northern Territories, the musky cedar of the South, and the coppery tang of influential, distant rivals.
Despite the hidden panic—the Ghost Team was somewhere beneath the pack territory, and Desmond was locked down in an interrogation bunker—Amethyst and I maintained an absolute facade of serene confidence. This ceremony was not a celebration; it was a political maneuver, des
