RILEY
Luna didn't shift.
We'd been watching for it since Hunter's early shift. Preparing for it. Knox had consulted with Elder Reyes and two other senior wolves about what early shifts looked like in female Alpha-lineage carriers, and Grayson had quietly assembled a small reading list from the pack archive, and I'd been taking the twins to morning runs on the pack land so Luna would have space when it happened.
It didn't happen.
By six years old, Hunter's wolf was consistent and controlled — he could shift in under a minute, run the pack land with Knox, had started learning the scent markers. His wolf was gray, medium-sized, with silver eyes that startled every person who saw them for the first time. He was proud of it in the calm, factual way he was proud of most things he was good
