The sun barely peered over the horizon, casting a soft, amber glow across the forest surrounding the pack’s den. It was quiet—too quiet. Normally, she would be awake by now, the familiar sounds of pack life filling the air. But today felt different. Today was her day. Lena awoke to the soft rustle of the wind outside her window. A deep breath pulled through her chest, as if her body was aware of the change before her mind could catch up. She sat up in bed, the blanket falling from her shoulders, and looked at her hands. The strange tingling sensation had started last night—like static crackling through her fingertips, though no one else seemed to notice.