Chapter 59 The SilverThrone

　　Caitlyn’s POV 　　The Silver Moon Pack’s territory was nothing like I imagined. 　　I had expected something grand—a kingdom hidden in the wilderness, built upon the blood and legacy of ancient werewolves. Instead, what I found was tension thick enough to choke on. 　　The pack lands stretched far and wide, nestled between towering mountains and dense forests. The main pack house stood in the center, a structure of stone and wood that carried the weight of centuries. Wolves lingered around the borders, watching me with wary eyes as I stepped forward, my breath visible in the frigid night air. 　　Beside me, Selene walked with the grace of someone who belonged here. I did not. 　　The moment we reached the entrance, the doors were thrown open, and I was met with a presence that made my wolf tense. 　　Alpha Gideon. 　　He was massive, taller than Raymond, with silver-threaded dark hair and piercing green eyes that flickered with barely restrained aggression. His aura pressed against mine, testing,