The first transformation happened at dawn.
Not under the moon.
Under the sun.
A young wolf named Aerin collapsed in the training yard, her body convulsing as silver light flickered beneath her skin like trapped lightning.
The pack rushed back in alarm.
Rovan was there in seconds.
Her eyes snapped open.
They were glowing.
Not gold.
Not blue.
Silver.
Pure lunar silver.
She shifted without warning — bones cracking, fur bursting through skin — but there was no pain in her scream.
Only power.
When she landed in wolf form, the courtyard fell silent.
Her coat was charcoal gray…
But crescent markings burned across her shoulders.
Alive.
Moving.
Breathing.
The moon responded instantly.
Though it was day, the sky dimmed faintly — as if something above had blinked.
Rovan felt the
