Azandra POV

New Moon City gleamed in the new dawn. Everything looked and smelled so … new. Different.

Did the council building always have those detailed carvings of wolf ancestors? Why had she never noticed them before?

The grassy area outside the city seemed softer, greener. The smells from Azandra’s home were stronger.

Very few people were out and about at this hour, so she couldn’t hear if the gossip was new. Why in the name of ...