Luna awoke to the unfamiliar sounds of the Silverclaw Packhouse. The scent of pine and mountain air was a sharp contrast to the dense, musky scent of the Moonshadow Pack. She stretched, wincing at the soreness in her muscles from days of running and surviving in the Forbidden Woods. The bed she lay on was soft and warm, a comfort she hadn’t known in what felt like a lifetime. But even as she reveled in the luxury, the anxiety of her situation gnawed at her.
The Silverclaw Pack was vastly different from what she was used to. The packhouse was more like a fortress, with stone walls that spoke of strength and resilience. As she prepared herself for the day, her mind buzzed with the realization that she was now in a place where she was not only an outsider but a potential threat. The unease s
