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Chapter 1Freya’s POVThe coronation ceremony was in full swing, laughter drifting through the moonlit clearing like the ghosts of joy I no longer recognized. Banners embroidered with the Silverfang crest rippled in the night wind, threads gleaming with sacred runes—symbols of a legacy I had once bled to uphold. The elders stood like statues around the perimeter, robes weighted with centuries of authority, eyes reflecting generations of judgment and expectation.And in the center—he stood.My mate.Alpha Caelum.He had told me he was too busy today—too busy for pack rites, for oaths beneath the moon, too busy launching a product built on the blood-price of my fallen family. Yet here he was, bathed in stolen moonlight, standing beside her.Aurora.Daughter of the Bluemoon Pack. Beta-born. Newly anointed female pilot of the Airborne Wing. The council’s perfect heir.Then she spoke.Her voice, soft as down-fur and twice as venomous, slid through the firelit circle like a velvet-wrapped blade."Alpha Caelum, you said…" She tilted her head, eyes glinting with calculated cruelty. "You said that when I became the female pilot, you would give me something no one else could ever have. A token of loyalty. Of love. Was that just pillow talk?"The clearing froze for a single heartbeat.Then the wolves erupted—not in challenge, not in outrage, but in celebration. Howls rose into the sky like smoke from a pyre; paws clapped, throats snarled their approval; even the elders nodded as if pride had taken root in their bones. They thought this was his claim. His Luna revealed.Because Caelum had never spoken my name.Never marked me.Never declared me before the Circle of Stone.And now, when Aurora stood beside him, it was her they saw.Caelum did not deny her words.He smiled.Not the boyish grin he once gave me beneath the stars when we named imaginary pups in the constellations, but a smile colder, sharper, calculated—the smile of an Alpha claiming his prize. His hand slipped into his coat, and when
