The new morning rose over the Lunar Fury Pack with quiet brilliance.
Golden sunlight spilled across the vast lands, touching every corner of the territory as if welcoming a fresh beginning. The pack was already alive with movement. Wolves in human form moved with purpose, carrying out their daily responsibilities, while laughter echoed freely from the open grounds where young pups chased each other in endless circles.
Their carefree joy filled the air—bright, warm, and untouched by the burdens of the world.
But not everyone shared in that peace.
Inside his room, Jacob sat on the edge of his bed, completely disconnected from the life outside.
His eyes were red, shadowed with exhaustion. He hadn't slept last night. Not after that dream.
No matter how hard he tried to close his eyes again, the image continued to replay in his mind—the mirror, the darkness, and those piercing blue eyes staring back at him.
And the voice.
That voice.
