Thorne

and the damp, earthy scent of hundreds of werewolves. For one day a year, old rivalr

on her head, her silver-blonde hair peeking out from under the petals, and a genuine,

l duty to appear at the Gathering. He'd waved me off with an impatient grunt, already

second thought, I bought one for her, its gentle blue light casting an ethereal glow on her happy face. Seeing that sm

d, nodded to me respectfully. "Luna Blackwood," they'd murmur. I would nod

d with wooden climbing structures and laughing, tumbling wolf pups

I encouraged, my voice soft. "Go make a fri

in her hair, clearly from Silvermoon Pack, bounded over. "Do you wa

l of uncertainty. I gave her a

was scrambling up the wooden logs after her new friend,

, hoping she had news. My gaze inadvertently snagged on the main Alpha's tent. Ryker and Faye were insid

It didn't matter. None

uld climb the highest. Cora, lacking the enhanced agility of a shifted wolf, was sl

aggressive pack shoved her. "You're so s

he'd heard at home. Cora's face went

t something made me stop. I w

her small chin jutting out, and

oved her again, harder this time, tr

of hungry, desperate eyes. A rogue. Filthy, gaunt, and radiating an aura of madness that made the hairs on

o

shed over me. My mother's

ard, shouting her name

grey fur and snarling teeth, moving with unnatural spe

The bully who had been torm

rging rogue, Cora's foot slipped. She lost her grip, her small bod

roat, a raw sound of pure terror. My wor