couldn’

rina; her small body wrapped

ways been like a little sister to him; protecting her was the only thing he’s ever wanted to do. Knowin

indow. The faint light of the waxing gibbous moon reflected through the glass, dancing on hi

ansformation was the most painful experience. He wasn’t understanding why

es. His father’s fur was coal black with darkened brown eyes. So, they were shocked to

e the time arrived, all he wanted was for it to end. He remembered the hunger and th

s was his luna; just as Arina will be Jonatha

Regan died, making Jonathan

ere good friends with Arina’s grandfather, the old Alpha of Ironclaw. So, they’ve known Arina’s family for a long time. When the

with a full head of blonde hair and her eyes were the color of an emerald.

t finished feeding her. A smile played on Emlin’s lips a

er eagerly. He could hear the light chuckle

ms; she stirred uncomfortably

he br

er you know. Think you’re up for that challenge?” Rega

xcitement shot through him. “I will ne

e you protecting he

, became the new Alpha of Ironclaw. Arina was only 2 years old, but she wa

h her 2-year-old mouth. Her hair had grown down to her sho

han would lau

he would

eep many friends outside of Sabrebite, but Arina was special. There was something about her that always

the center of Ironclaw the day that Arina was born. Emlin wanted something to symbolize the growt

initials at the

got word about Emlin’s passing. It came as a shock to them. Jonathan

told you something was wrong,” J

back; they were trying to keep th

nce the day her father di

was a hard day,”

ng worse. She used to be so loving and h

while,” Reg

ottom of the tree, he hasn’t seen her. He’s always wondered why his family stopped visiting them,

n going on in that

though; he couldn’t stop thinking about Arina. He wondered how she was holding up since her mother’s passing. He

des of werewolves, Alphas, and lunas, surrounded the big oak

rm, just as she died. Her body was thin and her features colorless. Jonathan had never seen a dead b

hat brought out the brightness in her features. Her hair was now down her back, ending where her waist began. The fr

ked so

he was trying to keep from crying or when she was thinking intently about something. It’s been a habit of hers since she was even younger

ed closer so she could rest her

for her. She would want you to celebrate her

er…” she

re strained than others, but they came together as multiple mournful packs. Celebrating the life that had once lived so beautifully and f

im going to Ironclaw without them, but he felt it was his duty to check on Arina now that her mother was gone. Alpha Roc

been talking about continuing her art lessons because it was something personal that she shared with her mother. After her mother’s death, she had fallen into such sadness, and art wa

er mother wou

ed her plans on leaving. Before his 16th birthday, she texted him to say that she was leaving, and she isn’t sure whe

st initial transformation, changing had gotten less painful and easier to manage. He still had hun

r was a pixy brown and her features seemed plain. She was nothing compared to Arina; then again, he’s never found anyone who compared to

would visit her often in her dorm and attend her art shows. Though he could still see the sadn

ed that bringing up her father would only bring back the memories of her mothe

aroon box. Within the box was a golden wedding band with a light layer of silver diamonds o

r tired eyes caught his as she tried to figure out her whereabouts. The

nat