Chapter 50 Rising Power

• I stood on the edge of the Red Moon Pack’s new camp, my fingers curled around the necklace that had become my anchor. It had been weeks since the ambush, weeks since I’d felt the full weight of the lives lost. But I had a responsibility now—not just to myself, not just to my pack, but to everyone who believed in me, everyone who had pledged their loyalty. I had to be stronger. I had to be more than just a woman with a claim to the throne. I had to be a force.
• And that meant mastering the powers I barely understood.
• The necklace around my neck wasn’t just a trinket—it was a key. A key to something ancient, something deep inside me. The Lycan blood that flowed through my veins was special, different from the others. I’d always known I was different, but now, as I stood alone on the outskirts of the camp, I felt the power coursing through me like fire waiting to be unleashed.