The savage roars coming from outside the castle and the sickening crunch of bone striking marble echoed against the stone walls of my chambers, carried by the biting winter wind. Out there, in the very heart of the treacherous forest, the Alphas of the various clans continued to slaughter one another in a ruthless bid for dominance, their shattered pride forcing them to drop to their knees before Varg one by one.
Yet inside my chambers, in stark, terrifying contrast to the chaotic thunder of that feral tournament, a deadly and freezing silence held absolute dominion.
"My Luna." Ivy said, her trembling hands carefully placing a mother-of-pearl box onto the ebony vanity table before me. She kept her eyes cast downward, desperately trying to avert my gaze. The heavy, suffocating weight of the raw confrontation she had witnessed in the corridor had utterly crushed the young Omega's small shoulders.
