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The blood moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie red glow over the ruined remains of the Blackwood Pack's once-proud territory. It was a sight that would haunt Lana Blackwood for the rest of her life-a haunting reminder of the night her world had shattered. She stood at the edge of the clearing, her heart heavy with the weight of her losses. The wind whipped through the trees, rustling the remnants of her family, the pack she had been destined to lead. Now, she was the last Blackwood standing, the prophecy that had loomed over her life becoming a cold, harsh reality.

Her mother's lifeless body lay nearby, her face twisted in a silent scream that would forever haunt Lana's dreams. The blood-stained earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with a strange energy, as if even the land itself mourned. Her hands trembled as she reached down to close her mother's eyes, whispering a prayer that would never be answered.

The rogues had come without warning, descending on them like a storm. They had been merciless, slaughtering without hesitation, leaving only chaos in their wake. Lana had fought back, her wolf instincts rising to the surface, but it hadn't been enough. The Blackwood Pack was no more.

As the last remnants of the moon's light flickered through the trees, Lana turned her gaze toward the shadows, her senses on high alert. The air felt thick, charged with something dangerous. She wasn't alone.

A soft rustling, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps, broke the silence. Lana's heart skipped a beat as a figure emerged from the darkness, his outline barely visible in the dim light. But she could feel him-the weight of his presence pressing against her, his energy crackling like an electric storm.

She didn't need to see his face to know who it was.

Kian Silvershadow, the Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, stood before her.

"Didn't expect you to survive," Kian's voice was low, almost taunting, as he took a step closer. His eyes gleamed silver in the moonlight, his expression unreadable. He was tall, imposing, his frame radiating raw power. But it wasn't just his size that commanded attention-it was the cold, ruthless aura that clung to him. The kind of aura that told you he had taken lives, and wouldn't hesitate to take more.

Lana's pulse quickened, but she refused to show fear. She had known this moment was coming, had heard the rumors of his power, his ability to control not just his pack, but the world around him. He was a force of nature, untouchable, unyielding.

"What do you want, Kian?" Lana's voice was steady, though her insides churned with a mix of rage and disbelief.

Kian studied her for a moment, his gaze penetrating, as if he were looking straight through her. His lips curled into a slight, knowing smile.

"You're the last Blackwood," he said, as if that were enough explanation. "And I'm here to ensure you don't destroy everything your family built."

Lana's fists clenched at her sides. "Destroy everything?" she echoed, disbelief flooding her. "You think I'm responsible for this?" Her voice cracked, the weight of the accusation almost too much to bear. She gestured toward the carnage around them. "This is your doing, not mine."

Kian's smile faded, his eyes narrowing. "Not yet, but it will be. The prophecy is clear, Lana. You are the key. You will either unite the packs... or you will destroy them."