"Alpha Biansky's pack," I continued, allowing the name to hang in the air, "have mistaken our desire for unity as weakness. They believe us broken by loss, scattered like leaves in the wind. But they are sorely mistaken."

I lifted my chin, feeling the power of the Luna Queen within me stir like a tempest. "We shall not falter in our quest for harmony. Our resolve is ironclad, our purpose righteous. We will bring justice to those who dare stand against us and carve out a future where our pups ...