Mark by Destiny.
The ground seemed to tremble beneath her as if the forest itself acknowledged her awakening.
Then, with one last cry, her body surged forward — and where a girl had once knelt, a magnificent wolf now stood.
Loretta’s gasp broke the silence. Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the sight before her.
Liora’s wolf was unlike any other. Large, sleek, and powerful, its coat shimmered with hues of midnight and silver, as though the night sky itself had draped over her form. But it was the mark that stole their breath — a glowing crescent branded across her foreleg, burning so brightly it seemed to turn night into day.