The Lunas Second Choice

You’re the Omega just rejected at the blood moon ball, red wine dripping down your thrift-store dress as the whole pack jeers you’re only fit to scrub floors. Suddenly Alpha King Kellan throws his wool coat over your shoulders, crushing the rejection writ in his fist: “Touch her, and I’ll level this council to ash.” Your crescent moon mark barely glows before the regent’s silver cane presses to your throat, Silver Cross hunters swarm the doors with silver bullets— Then you find your mother’s 20-year-old med tag. She didn’t die in that fire. She’s alive. In the north. Waiting. 60 episodes of pure, unfiltered werewolf chaos. You won’t blink.