The invitation spread like a whisper through Silver Creek.Not shouted.Not commanded.Simply felt.By dusk, wolves began to arrive at the old clearing near the river, the place where the pack had once gathered for celebrations, mourning, and births before politics had driven them apart. Torches were lit, not blue with dominance magic, but warm and gold, their light reflecting softly off the water.Lily stood at the center of the clearing, heart hammering.She’d changed into simple clothes, no symbols, no rank markers. Just herself. Luna sat at her feet, calm but alert, silver fur catching the firelight.“This is the point of no return,” Derek said quietly beside her.“I know.”He glanced at the growing crowd. Wolves of all ranks stood shoulder to shoulder, omegas near betas, humans hovering at the edges, elders watching from the shadows. Some looked skeptical. Some angry.Some hopeful.Mara stood a few steps behind Lily, hands clasped tightly, eyes wide but determined.“I’m scared,”
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