Silvercrest Pack:
"Let go of the burden on your shoulders, Moira. Your wolf won't wake up if you keep thinking of it as something you have to carry alone."
Adrian's voice was low but authoritative as it echoed across the Silvercrest Pack's private training ground, which was surrounded by giant oak trees.
The morning air was fresh, carrying the scents of wet earth and pine. However, Moira's mood was heavy.
She stood with trembling legs, breathing heavily. "I've tried, Aidrian! I imagined Father's face. I imagined the pain. But my inner wolf is silent. It's as if he's deliberately locked me inside this human body!"
"Don't force him with anger," a voice sounded from the edge of the field.
A middle-aged man with an aura of extraordinary calm and leadership stepped closer.
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