- LUCAThe Stormbourne ancestral mansion loomed against the night sky, its stone walls glowing under the orange flicker of the Silver Moon bonfires. It was a place of history and heavy traditions, usually smelling of old wood and expensive cigars. Tonight, it smelled like woodsmoke and the spiced wine of the feast.I stepped out of the SUV, the cold air biting at my neck. Adrian and Aurora were already squirming, their little boots thumping against the gravel as I set them down."Dada! Big fire!" Adrian shouted, pointing at the pyre burning in the distance."Yeah, big fire, champ," I muttered, grabbing their small bags.My parents, Oliver and Helena, were already at the massive oak doors. They looked every bit the retired Alpha and Luna—regal, poised, and wearing the traditional furs of the Stormbourne lineage. My mother's eyes immediately swept over the kids, a rare, genuine smile softening her face."There they are," she said, reaching for Aurora. "My little cubs."Oliver stepped fo
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