Alana's pov
The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon when the first wave of chaos hit. The air shifted, the weight of the coming storm pressing down on my chest. I could feel it—feel the tension, the urgency of what was to come. The day had been calm, deceptively so, as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable. But now, the moment had arrived, and I was no longer just Adrian's mate. I was the Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack, and tonight would be my trial by fire.
