Queen of Wolves
Wilson had always been polite, even kind on rare occasions, but there was an edge to his voice today, a shadow beneath his usual charm.
I tried to shake it off and focused on the chores Mother had assigned. Scrubbing the training grounds, organizing herbs for the healer, and fetching water from the stream kept my hands busy but not my mind.
Every so often, I caught Grace passing by, laughing with her friends, her golden wolf already visible in the subtle shimmer of her aura. The pack’s whispers followed her like shadows. “Grace, the perfect one. The future Luna.”
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