Blacktooth & Bloodrose Camps

Who’s stopping me from being lovable and strong? Shani thought.

The answer was a lot of wolves, but for right now it was a rhetorical question.

Neva took Shani’s hands in hers and squeezed them. Her smile was soft, her eyes warm. Be the queen of...my own pack?

Shani interpreted Neva’s words as foreign, the idea was so far-fetched. She almost laughed, too. But then she was struck with possibility.

I don’t want to be the ...