The pack school was a short walk from the main house, a cheerful building filled with pups ranging from five to fifteen. As Luna, I was expected to visit regularly, to show interest in the next generation.In my past life, I'd loved these visits. The innocence of the children, their honest affection, their simple joy. It had been one of the few parts of being Luna that felt real.Now, walking through the doors to enthusiastic greetings, I felt the weight of what I knew. These pups would grow up in a pack that allowed their Luna to be murdered. Some of their parents had stood silent while it happened.But they were children. Innocent."Luna Sera!" Little Emma Martinez, seven years old, came running up with a drawing. "Look what I made!"It was a crayon picture of a white wolf, clearly meant to be me, standing under a full moon."It's beautiful, Emma." I knelt to her level, genuinely touched. "Is that me?""Yes! The teacher said, You have the prettiest wolf form in the whole pack. Can I
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