And Luna Reana entered.
Every head turned.
She wore no jewels, no elaborate silks or trailing cloak like she-wolves did. Just black leather pants and black shirt inside a black hooded cloak that kissed the floor, and swallowed her whole.
It was Ryder's.
And yet, she eclipsed them all.
Men who had torn out hearts without flinching now lowered their eyes or stiffened at her approach. Her presence burned into their souls – fierce, regal, and impossible to ignore.
The air seemed to shift around her, heavy with the scent of winter and something they couldn't pinpoint.
"Still choking on my name, I see."
She'd been staying by the door and heard everything they said about her.
"Luna Reana," Alpha Alexander, Alpha of the White Crescent Pack, a man with great build – who'd never joined them in talking behind her back – greeted.
Reana nodded calmly towards him.
"We were discussing the matter of your... losses." Alpha Dren sneered.
