Deep and eternal, the night was a velvet cloak interrupted only by the silver shine of the full moon. Alone on a windswept hillside, the quiet around me as heavy as the heritage I bore. Every spoken promise from the past, every drop of blood, every scar had brought me to this time. Along my forearm, the Crescent Mark glowed with an inner fire, its light throbbing in unison with the relentless beat of my pulse.
This mark was a beacon of strength, a reminder of the ancient oath of the Crescent Bloodline, not just a sign of my inheritance. And tonight, that power would guide me toward the Alpha we were meant to be.
