The Bitter BetrayalPrologue:
The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden rays through the tall trees of Crestia. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, mingling with the joyous sounds of laughter and celebration echoing from the Blood Crest Pack. For today was a momentous occasion: the seventh birthday of Lyra Blackwood, the Alpha's only child, marking the age when every young wolf receives their pack's sacred mark.
“Momma, look at me!” Lyra’s excited voice rang out as she dashed through the clearing, her silver hair streaming behind her like a banner. She wore a new dress of soft blue fabric that Mira, her mother and Luna of the pack, had sewn with care.
Mira watched her daughter with a smile that was both tender and proud. Standing at the edge of the clearing, she watched as Lyra played with other pups her age.
The sight warmed Mira’s heart, yet a part of her remained vigilant, always mindful of her responsibilities as Luna. Her silver hair, a hallmark of the Silvermoon lineage, was tied back in a simple braid, allowing her regal features to be clearly seen by all who glanced her way.