LENA’S POV

Moonfang’s gates loomed ahead of us, carved from old stone and wolf-bone, familiar enough that my chest tightened before I even stepped through them.

The moment we crossed the threshold, the scent hit me first, that all too familiar pine fresh scent.

And almost immediately, a massive noise hit me.

A loud roar.

Not of anger… but rather a welcome.

Wolves of my pack lined both sides of the path leading into the heart of the territory, standing shoulder to shoulder and with ...