The moment my bow touched the strings, my wolf, Lyric, stirred deep within me.
I sat cross-legged on the floor of my apartment, the cello bracing against me. The piece in front of me still had no title. I had spent three months writing it, revising over a dozen times until only the purest melody remained.
It was for every wolf who had ever been swallowed by silence.
The door opened, and my mother stepped inside, holding an ivory envelope edged in gold. My full name was embossed across the front.
"Moonstone Symphony," she said, her voice trembling just slightly. "Their annual Full Moon Gala. They're inviting you to perform."
I took the envelope from her and traced the gilded letters with my fingertips for a moment.
It was the most celebrated werewolf orchestra in the territory, and ev
