IN MOONCREST PACK
Nyssa appeared at dawn, already buzzing with energy.
"Get up. We're going to the mountain."
Aria blinked awake. "What?"
"The mountain. The trails above the tree line. I need to let my wolf run, and it’s being weeks since you left the pack house. You're coming with me." Nyssa tossed a cloak at her. "Dress warm. It's cold up there."
An hour later, they stood on a rocky ridge high above Mooncrest. The valley sprawled below them, green and gold in the morning light. Nyssa shifted mid-stride—her wolf was tawny brown, quick and playful. She raced through the trees and back again, tongue lolling, tail wagging.
Aria sat on a flat rock and watched. The wind tugged at her hair. Beneath her skin, Nova stirred sleepily.
“ I want to run too.” She murmured.
“Soon, Aria promised
