The Alpha’s Daughter They Mistook for a Dog
I was the youngest daughter of the Silver Moon Alpha, and the least promising of his children.
My dad was the Alpha of Silver Moon Valley. My sister led patrols across the snowy mountains, and when a wildfire broke out, my brother pulled hundreds of people from the neighboring pack out of the flames.
And me? At 22, my wolf spirit still hadn't awakened.
I couldn't even shift into human form. The older I got, the more I looked like a round, fluffy white dog.
My dad never looked down on me for it, though. He gave me the safest river valley to call my own. My sister always teased me that I'd fall flat on my back just chasing a rabbit, but then she'd quietly chase off any vicious dogs that came