The moon hung low over the fortress grounds, a silver eye watching from above as the aftermath of war simmered into silence. Blood had soaked the soil hours before, and yet it was not the scent of death that ruled the air now. No, it was the pulse of something far deeper, something eternal and primal.
The bond between a Luna and her Alpha. I stood on the ceremonial stone dais, surrounded by what remained of our loyal warriors, the ashes of rebellion cooling beneath their feet.
"She is mine," I declared, my voice echoing with the authority of the Alpha King. "Alana is my Luna, chosen not just by my heart, but by the Moon herself. Any who think to challenge that, should step forward now, or forever hold your tongue."
