When the Moon Bears Witness
The night air was thick with tension, heavy enough that Glosh felt it press against her chest with every breath she took.
The moon hovered high above the pack grounds, bright and merciless, its silver glow spilling across the forest like an unspoken command. Wolves lingered at the edges of the clearing—some in human form, others half-shifted, eyes glowing faintly as they watched her.
Watched them.
Glosh stood stiffly near the old stone fire pit, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. She hated this place tonight. Hated the way the pack circled her like she was something fragile… or dangerous.
Or both.
She could feel her wolf pacing inside her, restless and agitated, responding to the ener
