uardian overhead. Kael tugged back a lock of long black hair and stared at the mirror-smooth surface of the lake at his feet. He dipped a fingertip into the icy water, skim

e ripples made his image blur-as

emony that would seal his fate. Everyone expected him to accept what the Goddess-or some ancient prophecy-had chosen. He should have felt honored, even triumphant. Instead, drea

d oldest friend, stepped out of the pines, rubbing sleep

a head start on patrol. You look lost in thought." Kael managed a small laugh. "You think? I'

against a tree. "Soon you'll stand at the sacred st

someone they don't want. I can't imagine betraying someone like that." Roran folded his

know. How could I? I've never met

t it? But trust me: if there is someone out there fo

d by carved oaks that held the names of every past Alpha. He placed a hand on the smooth surface, inhaling the c

of service, carried the memory of every Alpha before him. Kael realized how seldom he had sought advice from Evan or the other elders; he'd carried this burden

the camp mingled with the crisp night air, and for a moment the tension in his chest eased. A lone cricket chirped in the darkness, and Kael noticed how alive the forest seemed now that the pack was asle

d moon and said, "One day you will carry the pack in your heart." At the time, those words had filled him with pride. Now they felt like iron chains around his chest. He sti

uched Kael's soul. He felt goosebumps prick his arms. He closed his eyes, letting the notes wash over him. Each phrase felt personal, like a whisper

er. Then, breaking the hush, came one word, carried on the melody: "Kael-." He whipped aroun

htly. The only answer was an owl hooting in the distance. He gave himself a shake - it must hav

smile. "I thought

ends to do that. Come on - let's get

ncing toward the pines, where his name had been spoken. It echoed in his mind: Kael. A cold shiver ran along his

tant stars. Tomorrow, the Moon Rite would com