Three months later. Silver Moon Territory.
The autumn leaves painted the back mountain in brilliant shades of red and gold.
Three black-haired boys were sprinting through the forest. Their speed was inhuman, far surpassing regular children, and easily top-tier even among wolf pups.
Noah led the pack, his strides steady and his trajectory flawless. A born leader.
Ethan was half a step to his right, constantly watching their flanks, ready to support him at a moment's notice.
And Luca...
Luca was face-planted in the dirt.
He had tripped over a root, scraping his knees. He whined for exactly two seconds before pushing himself up, dusting off his pants, and taking off again.
"Your youngest is more stubborn than you are," Damian noted, standing on the grassy slope with his arms crossed o
