I had no idea what the Grandmaster of the Northern Pack planned to ask of Lewis. But I knew one thing—power in our world never comes free. The Moon Goddess does not grant miracles without balance. If keeping my life meant Lewis had to give up something sacred—his rank, his strength, his future as Alpha—then I would rather fade.
Lewis had already given me more love than I ever deserved.
How could I ask him to sacrifice more?
I pounded on the heavy wooden door of the temple chamber again and again. Each time my hand hit it, a wave of golden energy pushed me back. It felt like running into an invisible wall woven from pack magic and ancient vows.
What else can I do?
My gaze lifted to the towering statue of the Moon Goddess at the altar. The air around it hummed with old power, thick and heavy like the night of a full moon. I dropped to my knees, bowing low, over and over again, my forehead almost touching the cold stone floor.
