The moon was high, swollen, and pale, throwing silver fire across the Hollow Moon Pack’s gathering grounds. Silver was born under a moon like this—rare, sacred, a child destined for greatness. But greatness had teeth, and silver never grew.She stood at the edge of the circle, the hum of voices thick around her. Wolves filled the clearing, warriors and elders, their laughter and talk heavy with pride after another successful patrol. She smiled when they looked her way, but her stomach curled. They didn’t see her as destined; instead, she was seen as fragile. A wolf without her wolf.“Silver.” Her father, Alpha White of the Hollow Moon pack, called for her, his voice breaking through the noise from the wolves. He towered above her; his broad shoulders and grey-streaked hair caught the light. He clapped a heavy hand on her shoulder, warm and steady. “You are being too quiet. Come and sit with your old man.”“I’m fine, Father,” she lied through her teeth, the weight of the whispers press
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