The sun broke through the jagged shadows of Hollow Mountain, painting golden lines across the valley where the newly united warriors of Silver Moon and Shadow Fang were gathering. It wasn’t for training today.

For once, the camp buzzed with something softer, hope. A mating ceremony. The first official one between two warriors from opposing packs.

Celeste stood with Lisa, adjusting the simple flower garland atop the bride’s head. “You’re going to make me cry,” Lisa sniffled, dabbing ...