Luna’s Point Of View

The air in the ancient grove hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles crushed underfoot. I, Luna, high priestess of the Silverfang pack, stood there feeling it all—the pull of the lunar eclipse creeping in like a lover's whisper, stirring unrest in every soul around me. My pack, my family, these wolves I'd bled with through raids and full moon runs, they shifted on their feet, eyes darting, bodies tense. The fertility surge was already at ...