Chapter 31. Blood That Shames the Moon

The Alpha clenched his jaw. “I buried you, Sahra.”

The voice only laughed.

“And still, I rise in your daughter.”

The fire sputtered. The cave grew colder.

He exhaled. Slow. Broken.

“Moon help me… I may have no choice.”

The cave was silent, but the past was not.

As the Hollow Moon Alpha sat alone by the dying embers of the fire, the flickering flames seemed to peel back the years. The stones around him blurred, warped—until they became marble halls, warm sunlight, laughter.

A time when the world was different.

He was younger then. Fierce, bold, the Alpha of the revered Hollow Moon pack. His name was whispered with awe. His word was law.

And she… Sahra, the witch with starfire in her eyes, had come not as a threat, but as salvation.

He had loved her.

Foolishly. Recklessly. Entirely.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he’d told her, standing at the edge of the sacred clearing, knowing full well he’d summoned her himsel