Ivan’s POV: By the time I returned, Susan was still undergoing emergency treatment in the temple. The Silvermoon Temple was always enveloped in a shimmering moonlight barrier, which kept out the harsh cold from the outside world. Even in the middle of winter, the interior remained warm and inviting, like a sanctuary. Laurence and a few of our brothers stood outside, their faces hard and unreadable, each of them brimming with tension. The treatment lasted for three long hours, and my nerves were stretched thin, every second feeling like an eternity. It wasn’t until Eason finally emerged, utterly exhausted, to tell us that Susan was stable that I could breathe again. However, when I saw Susan being wheeled into a hospital room, her body covered in needles and tubes, my heart twisted with concern once more. Eason, his expression grim, handed me the test results. I took the report from him and quickly flipped through it. The others gathered around, their eyes burning with barely contained rage. Laurence clenched his jaw, his anger evident as he growled, “This is unbelievable! She’s just a young wolf pup, and they went this far?!” I had already gathered intel about the Grayclaw Tribe, and replied coolly, “They tainted the moonweed with poppy juice. The Alpha Council has decided to take action. They’ve been trying to reach us for help with this mess.” The moonweed was a sacred substance used in the Moon Goddess Festival, and such a crime was serious enough to warrant severe punishment—possibly even death. Laurence sneered, fury radiating from him. “If it were up to me, they’d be dead already. And now they want us to clean up their mess?” His fists were clenched, and his body practically trembled with rage, his wolf spirit howling in the background as if reflecting his fury. He was ready to tear the entire Grayclaw Tribe apart. I spoke in a low, controlled tone, “Don’t worry. They’ll be dealt with soon enough.” Laurence bit his lip, his thoughts clearly weighing on him. He fell silent for a moment before asking, “What about Jenny? How did she … How did she die?” The question hung in the air, and for a moment, I couldn’t answer. My throat tightened, as if something inside me was blocking my voice. Silvermoon and Grayclaw’s territories were separated by 1,200 miles. Four years ago, Jenny, who was gravely ill and had lost her memory, ended up in Grayclaw’s lands. There, she was forcefully marked by Frank and taken back to his home. When Jenny gave birth, it nearly killed her. Perhaps because of the child, she held on for a while longer, but eventually, her illness took her life. She left behind only Susan. Our dear sister, treated so horribly—marked against her will, dying in a foreign land, with no one knowing her fate … I could feel my anger building again. The more furious I became, the more my wolf began to stir, my fangs pressing against my lip as I fought to control myself. Laurence wisely held his tongue, sensing that some questions were better left unasked. Eason, who had been standing nearby, spoke up. “Why did they hurt Susan?” I answered coldly, my voice tinged with bitterness, “Frank’s partner, Cynthia, fell down the stairs and miscarried. Frank believes Susan was responsible for it.” The Silvermoon Alliance members exchanged angry, confused glances upon hearing this, unable to fully comprehend the accusation. At that moment, the Grayclaw Tribe arrived, following the trail to our doorstep. My assistant rushed in, whispering urgently, “Alpha, the Grayclaw Tribe has arrived. They say they want to see their granddaughter … ” I let out a sharp, mocking laugh, my voice as cold as ice. “Let the moonlight barrier down. Let the North Wind greet our guests.”