what they want

Emily's POV

The Moon Shadow pack was everything the Silver pack wasn't. Here, amidst the towering pines, a sense of peace pervaded. No tense greetings, no sneering glances, just a quiet acceptance that felt impossibly foreign.

Yet, despite the change in scenery, a part of me remained firmly rooted in fear. The memory of bitter warriors and icy stares still lingered, making it hard to fully relax. I accepted their food, their clothes, their shelter – all offered with an unusual gentleness.

Elara, the silver-haired warrior who seemed to hold a position of authority, had shown me to a comfortable shed nestled within the mountainside. The soft fur lining the floor offered a welcome haven, a stark contrast to the cold stone cave I had shared with my father.

But even here, in this feeling of calm, I couldn't escape the feeling of loss. My father, my brother– all memories now etched in the halls of my past. The life I knew, the one where laughter mingled with the howl of wolves echoed throu