Nellie´s POV
The morning at Moon's Fang dawned cold, the sun barely filtering through the gray clouds that covered the sky, casting long shadows over the pack house. The silver collar was still around my neck, its cold weight a constant reminder of my captivity, but it was no longer an unbreakable chain. After my shower, in a moment of desperation, I had managed to loosen it, a secret that, at Clarissa's recommendation, I guarded carefully. I kept it on, feigning submission, while Clarissa pulsed in my mind, her presence a low but constant growl, weakened by the silver but not defeated.
Patience, Nellie, she whispered, her voice a primal echo that resonated in my soul. The time will come. Do not rush, or you will lose everything.
My duties as Moon filled the day with an exhausting routi
