Octavia's Point of View
The tires crunch over Lunaris soil, and the moment we cross through the gates, I feel it, the pull of my home.
It hums beneath my skin, a familiar energy that makes my wolf stir in recognition. The scent of pine, wild herbs, and the faint metallic tang of the moonstones embedded in the border posts wrap around me like a warm welcome.
We drive past the training fields, the familiar ring of clashing blades and shouted commands echoing through the air. Everything looks the same, the tall grey brick buildings, the stretch of forest beyond, the banners with the crescent moon crest fluttering in the breeze, but it feels different. Heavier. Like the ground itself remembers the tension that has been haunting all the packs.
The trucks slow to a stop in front of the main
