Omar POV
Has it really been two years? I’m only ten, and I already have my wolf. It’s not unheard of, but usually, werewolves don’t shift until they’re fifteen or sixteen, at the latest. My wolf came early, and while it should feel like an advantage, all I can think is how much pressure I’m under. I wonder what my future mate will think of me. Will they see me as some kind of oddity, or worse, will I turn out as pathetic as my father?
I sigh in frustration. Elinar, my wolf, is usually the optimistic one, always happy and eager for the next challenge. His fur is the color of sand, and he’s as stubborn as the desert sun. Today is the warrior exam. This test will prove to my pack that I’m capable of fighting for them, capable of standing tall like the warriors who came before me.
My stepfa
