I held the sealed envelope between my fingers, its edges still warm from the messenger’s hand. A single word had been scrawled on the front in slanted script:

Luna.

My breath caught as I traced the ink. The title felt surreal, new, like I hadn’t quite earned it, but the whole pack already believed I had.

“Open it,” Reule said, his voice low, eyes still locked on the letter like it might explode.

I slipped a finger under the seal and peeled it open slowly. ...