THE NIGHT SHE DIED
The night the moon turned red, the wolves howled not for glory, but for loss.
Some said the Crimson Eclipse was an omen. Others said it was a curse. But for Evelyn Nightbloom, it was a funeral of everything she once believed. Because beneath that bloody moon, drenched in rain and betrayal, she died twice:
Once when the Alpha rejected her.
And again when she chose to rise.
The prophecy had warned:
> "Silver will bleed, blood will rise, and a queen born in ashes will reclaim the moon."
But prophecies are never understood until it is too late.
And Alpha Lucian Stormfang, the man destined to love her, was blind.
Blind to fate.
Blind to destiny.
Blind to the woman whose heart beat like war drums for him.
Tonight.... their story begins.