one hundred fifty-five

Pov Supreme Alpha

The blinding light gradually dissipated, and my eyes adjusted to the new reality unfolding. I was no longer in the forest or in the pack's meeting room. The ground was cold and damp, covered by a thin layer of water reflecting the light from a mysterious source. The surrounding environment was a profound darkness, as if I were in a different celestial plane.

In front of me, an ethereal figure emerged from the shadows. A woman with long white hair that seemed made of light itself. Her eyes gleamed like distant stars, and her presence exuded an aura of transcendental power.

"Finally, we meet again, Supreme Alpha," she said, her voice echoing softly in the space. Her expression was serene, but there was an ancient wisdom in her gaze.

Faced with this supernatural vision, my mind was still processing the understanding that I stood before the Moon Goddess herself. A deity revered by werewolves throughout the ages. The respect and reverence I felt at that moment were as int