That evening was a tempest of remorse and wrath. Shadows moved furiously as the wind screamed like a wounded beast. Perched on the crumbling battlements of our wrecked camp, every broken stone still echoed the events of yesterday. With my heart, the Crescent Mark on my arm pulsed in sync, each beat a reminder of the lineage I carried and the sacrifices that had brought me to this point. Tonight, I would experience the whole weight of what it meant to be an Alpha—its victories, its betrayals, and its relentless fury.