BLOOD OF THE MOON

yed Lyra with thinly veiled suspicion. Fires burned in iron pits, casting flickering shadows across the rough-hewn cabins that housed the pac

nclaw Alpha was a man of few words, but his presence spoke volumes. As they stepped inside, L

ice low. "Stay sharp. They'll

was going to survive the coming storm. Galen gestured for them to sit at a rough wooden table, where

cing the routes marked on the map. "They're smart, organized, and they strike ha

've been handling mys

ething between doubt and challe

ager but already bearing the scars of battle, stepped forward with a wary look at Lyra. His

e pit," Galen said. "N

ing the respect of the pack. She followed Jax outside, where a ring of dirt surrounded by woode

tered after him, rolling her shoulders to loosen the tension in her muscles. She could feel t

cut through th

arp jab to his ribs. He staggered but quickly regained his footing. launching a kick that Lyra narrowly dodge

right to stand among these wolves as more than a hunted outcast. Jax was strong, but he was still learning control, his a

e pressing against his chest, but she didn't follow through with a final blow. Instead, she stepp

es, and Galen watched with a slight nod o

wd dispersed. "If you want to stay, you'll need to do more than win