Scarlet
The Full Moon Hunt was a tradition as old as the pack itself—a night where young wolves proved their strength, skill, and instincts beneath the watchful gaze of the elders. It wasn’t just about the hunt; it was about legacy, dominance, and proving one’s worth in the pack.
For the younger wolves, it was their first real test, a rite of passage where they showcased their prowess. For the older, more seasoned ones, it was an opportunity to reaffirm their place within the ranks. And then there were the elders, present not just to supervise but to assess, to judge, to decide who among us was worth keeping an eye on.
Of course, the omegas were here only for the sake of keeping up the image as there were other allied packs as well.
But... I wasn’t supposed to be here.
Omegas didn’t
