The Iron Blood castle rose like a somber colossus in the middle of the forest, its gothic towers piercing the gray sky. It was a place that commanded respect and fear, even among those who called it home. Inside its walls, the air was heavy, laden with secrets and broken promises. Ronan Blackwood, the Alpha of the pack, walked with firm steps through the empty corridors. His appearance was a mask of hardness, but in his dark eyes stirred a storm of thoughts.
The echo of his boots resonated like a funeral drum as he headed to the private room where his son, Damian, waited for him. The time had come to reveal the truth, a truth he had hidden for years, even from his own blood. The prophecy of the Golden She-Wolf was no longer a secret buried in the shadows; The Moon Goddess had manifested, and now danger lurked in every corner.
