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Roman POV

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the palace grounds. It was a night unlike any other, a night that had begun with celebration but had taken a dark and dangerous turn. As I stood on the balcony, gazing out at the garden below, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.

The battle with the rogue shifters had been fierce, a testament to the strength and unity of our pack. But it had also revealed vulnerabilities, chinks in our armor that we could not ignore. And as I watched our pack members return to the festivities, their faces a mixture of relief and exhaustion, I knew that we could not afford to be complacent.

Emily, my beloved Luna, stood beside me, her hand resting gently on my arm. Her eyes were filled with a mix of emotions, and I could feel the unease that pulsed through our bond.

"Roman," she began, her voice soft but filled with concern, "something doesn't feel right. I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this att