Chapter 8

Below the altar, the fire reduced everything to ashes. But under the protection of the Moon Goddess, I was reborn. The Betas of the Silver Moon Pack, who had come to dissuade Lucas, arrived here—only to find it was too late. The chief elder was grief-stricken but had no choice but to accept the truth. The Moonmark Oath, once had once been destroyed, revived and reformed in my hands. When the elders and warriors of the Silver Moon Pack witnessed that, they all knelt in reverence. “Sophia, please return to the Pack and inherit all of the Silver Moon.” Their humility and trepidation now stood in stark contrast to the disgust they’d once shown me. My heart remained still as deep water, a faint curl of derision tracing my lips. What they offered had always been mine by right—things they’d freely given to another before, now begged me to reclaim. I scorned such things. “Everything about Lucas has nothing to do with me anymore.” “I decided to leave the Silver Moon Pack.” A stunne