The news of the impending grand wedding between Alpha Asher and Luna Lyra of the Crescent Moon Pack spread like wildfire through the werewolf world. Whispers of an unprecedented celebration, one that would outshine any Alpha-Luna union in history, reached even the darkest corners of rogue territory.
In a dimly lit cave deep within the Shadowlands, Rogue Alpha Malcolm paced restlessly, his scarred face twisted in a scowl. The messenger who had brought the news cowered before him, awaiting dismissal.
"Leave," Malcolm growled, his voice low and dangerous. The messenger scurried away, relieved to escape with his life.
Left alone, Malcolm's mind raced with bitter memories of the past few years. The Crescent Moon Pack, led by Asher and that infernal True Luna, had thwarted his plans at every turn.
