"Her wolf is not empty."
The High Priest’s voice echoed through the massive hall.
The sneer completely froze on Dion’s face.
In my palm, the jagged piece of Moon Silver began to grow warm. It didn't burn. Instead, it felt like a ball of pure, concentrated sunlight that had been buried in the ice for years, finally unthawing against my skin.
The Priest stared at my hand, his ancient eyes wide, his voice trembling violently. "This is impossible... there is a wolf inside her."
Dion lunged forward, his face contorted in denial. "You're reading it wrong!"
The Priest snapped his head up, deeply offended. "I have served as the Moon Priest for forty years, Alpha Dion. I do not misread a wolf spirit."
Dion aggressively pointed a finger at me. "Then why hasn't she awakened in three years?! I
