The Alpha's Pity Luna
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“You’re doing well for your first time. Most of us trained since we could walk. Keep going, you've got this.”
Elara wiped sweat from her brow, chest heaving, but a quiet fire burned in her eyes. She was slow, she was untrained, but she refused to stay helpless.
Midway through training, a border scout arrived out of breath. “Alpha! We found something near the northern ridge, a small campsite. Fresh ashes, healer’s herbs… and this.”
He held out a small silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon the same symbol many of the pack healers wore, but with a strange black etching that looked almost like a rune of binding.