They say young children fear little, but as you grow older your fears increase. So began the teen years for Little Fang.

It had been thirteen moons since Little Fang officially became theirs. Thirteen full moons of scraped knees, kitchen disasters, stolen apples from patrol packs, and an unholy number of prank wars involving mud and Luna’s ruined rugs. And now, with the fourteenth moon rising bright and silver, something had changed.

Hunter was the first to notice. They were out sparring ...