POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The air in the Diamond Moon amphitheater was electric, charged with a tension that usually preceded a declaration of war or a massive victory. Thousands of my wolves had gathered, their scents—pine, earth, and woodsmoke—mingling into a singular, powerful collective. From the high stone dais, I looked out over the faces I had known my entire life. I saw the Elders who had taught me to hunt, the young warriors I had trained to fight, and the families who had flourished under my protection.
Beside me stood Amethyst. She was dressed in a deep violet tunic that flowed loosely over her frame, masking the slight change in her silhouette that only I seemed to notice. She looked every bit a Queen—composed, ethereal, and devastatingly powerful. Behind us, Ethan and Sere
