WILLOW’S POV
That night everyone gathered at the backyard.
The fire burned softly, throwing orange light across the circle of faces. We sat around the bonfire — me, my team, and several Obsidian Crescent warriors — laughing, chatting, and getting to know one another. Someone had brought marshmallows, and soon enough, everyone was toasting them, sticking them too close to the flames, or daring each other to eat the burnt ones.
The air was warm and filled with the sound of laughter. It felt easy — like, for once, we could all forget about our duties and just be wolves under the same moon.
One of the Obsidian warriors, a tall man with a scar across his eyebrow, leaned toward me. “So, Delta Willow,” he said with a grin, “is it true Shadow Moon warriors train before dawn every day?”
I smil
