Ava stepped into the morning sunlight, her posture regal as she surveyed the pack’s bustling activity. Wolves of all ranks moved with purpose, preparing for the day’s tasks. She was Luna now, and though her heart still ached from Lesley’s rejection, her mind was clear. This was her battlefield, and she intended to win.
“Good morning, Luna,” a young pack member greeted, bowing slightly.
“Good morning,” Ava replied, her voice warm but commanding. Her presence was magnetic, and the wolves around her instinctively moved to clear her path.
She made her way to the training grounds, where the warriors sparred and practiced formations under the watchful eye of their captain. Ava paused, observing them. These were the wolves who would fight for the pack, who would defend it against external thre
