Queen of Wolves
Around me, the pack murmured, arranging themselves in a wide circle.
Older wolves who had already found their mates circled in the shadows, watching with curiosity, some with amusement, some with pride. Grace, my sister, stood at my side, perfectly composed, her smile sharp and knowing.
She didn’t glance at me.
That was normal for her. She had always thrived on my discomfort, even if subtle.
The drumbeat started, deep and resonant, vibrating through my chest and syncing with my pulse.
One by one, the wolfless stepped forward, heads high, eyes closed, calling the wolf within.
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