Alpha Malrik
Raven wasn’t the type to chatter for no reason, but the idea of reaching the Moon Goddess had him thrumming with excitement. It wasn’t a conversation in the way humans spoke to one another, it was deeper than that. A pull. A knowing. A presence so vast it made even an alpha feel small. And for a wolf like Raven, who thrived on instinct and absolute certainty, feeling her guidance directly was like standing at the edge of something untouchable.
I knew exactly why he was restless. He wanted answers. Validation. He wanted to hear from the Goddess herself that Daisy was meant for us, that she wasn’t some cruel test or mistake. Wolves were always chosen by the Moon Goddess, always paired with their own kind, and yet… Daisy wasn’t a wolf. She was Fae. And that had never happened
