Octavia's Point of View
The morning sun filters through the trees, streaking the forest floor with gold as we run. The air is cool, crisp, and alive with the rhythmic pounding of paws and the steady breath of a dozen wolves moving as one.
It feels good, the kind of good that loosens something deep in my chest. This is my home pack’s forest, my home pack’s scent. The Lunaris wolves flow through the woods like a river, sure footed and strong. The others from the academy, Kai, Rafael, Alec, Eli, Trevor, they all keep pace beside them, finding their rhythm among strangers.
For a little while, it feels peaceful.
For a little while, it almost feels normal again.
We break through the thicker brush and into a clearing where sunlight dances across a stream. The Lunaris wolves slow, their tails
