FREYA
Even without looking too closely, I could feel eyes on me.
They called it the Trial Run, the Luna’s Run, and many other things—a ritual as old as the pack itself. A test of endurance, unity, and control. Every Luna was meant to prove she could run with the pack, lead beside her mate, and not crumble under the weight of anything.
It was supposed to be symbolic, something to show belonging. But standing here at the edge of the forest, surrounded by wolves who’d rather see me stumble, it didn’t feel symbolic. It felt like being thrown into an arena.
Maya stood beside me, her usual grin dimmed but still present. She adjusted her hair and nudged my arm lightly. “You look like you’re about to walk into war, not a run.”
I forced a small smile. “You’re sure it’s just a run, right? Beca
