The Alpha King's Insane Vow
Then there was Vivian.
Her wolf stood proud and graceful, red fur gleaming like embers. Her eyes were silver, not red, shining with the unmistakable mark of the Oracle. Wisdom, prophecy, and moon touched authority radiated from her spirit. Even now, trembling with worry for her sister, her wolf held itself with dignity.
I looked down.
My own wolf circled me in pale moonlit fur, luminous and silent, eyes bright with power I still did not fully understand.
The Moon Chosen.