They call me Hollow.Not to my face, not always. Mostly they say it behind my back, just loud enough for me to hear. When I walk into the pack store, someone whispers it. When I pass the training field, a boy howls at me, and his friends laugh, because they know I can't howl back.I am twenty-one years old, and I have never shifted. No wolf has ever spoken inside my head, and none ever came on my sixteenth birthday like it did for everyone else. I'm just a girl in a town full of wolves, and in Blackthorn Ridge that makes me less than nothing.But tonight, I was going to run anyway.I pulled the stolen guard jacket tighter around my body and pressed my back against the cold pine tree. The forest was dark, and the full moon hung low over the mountains like a big silver eye. Somewhere ahead, the drums had started.Boom. Boom. Boom.The Moonfall Run.Once a year, the young wolves of the pack race through the forest to the old stone at Crow's Peak. The first twenty to touch the stone get p
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