The moon hung low and heavy over a war-torn scene on a whirling canvas of deep blue and silver mist that night. Torches flickering far away amid the wrecked battlements of hostile strongholds resembled frantic fireflies. But it was not just the Dark Wolves or the Crimson Alpha that sent my heart racing tonight; it was a force completely unanticipated: an alliance created in secret, one that threatened to challenge everything we had thought about our adversaries and our own history.
Our pack has run into forces trying to topple the Crescent Bloodline for years. We battled angrily against the Dark Wolves and their unrelenting attacks. With his warped desire and savage pride, the Crimson Alpha had brought disaster onto our territory. And I, Aria, the Crescent Alpha, had carried our heritage on my flaming mark across everything. But now, among the anarchy of battle and the treachery that had wounded our souls, a new murmur emerged from the shadows: The Forbidden Alliance.
