Rebecca’s POV
Outside the Silverpine pack house, the moon cascaded its light over the surroundings, infiltrating the woods that circled the walls of Lysander’s territory. It was the full moon, and the day of my ascension as Luna of Silverpine.
Lysander had led me into the forest where the ceremony was to take place. When the night had stilled and the fall of a pin would have seemed amplified, Lysander strutted forward in his wolf form—a buff, brown wolf with blazing red orbs. He paused when he reached the edge of the cliff, turning around to ensure I was right behind him. In my wolf form, of course.
I went flat on all fours to show him respect; he licked the middle of my head—a sign of approval. Then, he threw back his head and howled. In response to his call, the wolves lurking in the
