At dawn, Isabella understood a dangerous truth, declaring that her Moon was the easy part.

Living like Luna would be the real battle.

The morning air above the Silvercrest Pack felt tense. The wolves moved differently. They bowed when Alexander died, but when their eyes fell on Isabella, their expressions changed. Some were curious. Some were respectful. Some hesitated.

Isabella walked alongside Alpha Alexander towards the council chamber.

She kept her back straight, not looking to the left or