Zane~
This had to be a dream—a vivid, almost too-real dream. Because if it wasn't, then how the hell was I supposed to explain the impossible unfolding right in front of me?
The Moon Diamond in Sebastian's hand flared so brightly that I had to squint. The deep crimson glow painted the entire hall in eerie red light, sending murmurs and gasps through the crowd.
Sebastian, standing beside me, let out a low chuckle, his gaze locked on the massive white wolf at the front of the stage. "Told you the stone was authentic," he said smugly. "You really should start believing me more, Zane."
I barely heard him. My attention was fixed on the wolf. Its silver fur shimmered like woven moonlight, and its sheer size dwarfed even the largest Alphas I had seen. It was majestic, otherworldly—powerful.
Sebastian turned his head slightly toward me, though his eyes never left the wolf. "You know what this means, right?" His voice held an edge of excitement, but also something else—something wary.
