Moira's POV

The common area buzzes with afternoon activity—wolves coming off patrol shifts, teenagers sprawling across couches. I'm halfway to the kitchen when the room goes quiet.

That specific kind of quiet that means trouble.

A she-wolf steps into my path. Young, maybe nineteen, with perfect blonde waves and the kind of face that's never been hit.

"You should step aside." Her voice carries across the sudden silence. "Let a real ...