Back at the Silver Moon Pack warriors stood in a loose circle, some still in their training gear, others dressed for ceremony.

Damon stood in the center of the yard beside Jade. He wore his usual black, his arms folded across his chest, his expression sharp and unreadable. His Luna stood tall next to him in a flowing white dress, her hair pinned up with silver combs that caught the light. It was supposed to be a small ritual an afternoon blessing for the younger wolves and new warriors who had ...