The Alpha's Forgotten Luna
And every evening, without discussing it openly, their path somehow curved toward the park.
The children were always there. Laughing. Learning. Practicing. Sometimes reading quietly together.
The elders of North Hollow seemed fond of them. Different wolves often stopped to talk with them, offering advice or lessons. It was clear the entire territory looked after them.
Still…
Everett and Camelia watched them quietly. The resemblance never faded. If anything, the more they observed the children, the stronger it seemed.
One afternoon nearly two weeks after their arrival, Everett finally exhaled in frustration. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered.