CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
The moon hangs high, a glowing orb in a velvet sky, as I step into the clearing where the Solar Crest pack has gathered to welcome me. The mountains loom like silent sentinels, and the crisp mountain air carries the scent of pine and earth. My heart flutters with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This is not just any full moon celebration; it's for me, Raven, the newcomer from Lunar Peak.
I'm encased in unfamiliar warmth as members of this new pack approach, their smiles wide and genuine. They offer embraces and kind words, but my senses are overwhelmed by the barrage of newness—new faces, new scents, new expectations. Silvery blonde hair cascades down my back, a stark contrast against the deep hues of green and brown worn by the Solar Crest wolves. Their bright
