Chapitre 74: Chapter Seventy-four

Crescent Moon Pack

In the stillness of her small chamber, amidst the howling of the wind that danced with the tune of the night, Ariana sat down on the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands. The moonlight spilled through her window, casting beautiful patterns on the walls of her room within the Crescent Moon pack's territory. Her once vibrant eyes now held a storm of torment, reflecting the chaos that churned within her soul.

The air was thick with the scent of pine and the lingering traces of rain, but beneath it all, there was a faint whiff of iron—the scent of blood—that took Ariana back to the night that had shattered her world. Her hands trembled as visions pulsated through her mind, each one a sharp stab reminding her of what she had lost.