Hope’s POV

I was only three years old when I realized I was different from the other children. Not just because of the glowing birthmark on my shoulder, or because Mama was the Luna and Papa was the Alpha. It was something deeper, something that hummed inside me like a song only I could hear.

I could feel what others felt. When Emma, the human girl with red pigtails and freckles, was sad, I felt her sadness like it was my own. When the wolf pups were scared during thunderstorms, their fear ...