A week after Luna chose her name, Moon's Refuge faced its first true test.
Peace, I had learned, was never simply won. It had to be defended.
Word of the sanctuary had spread beyond the northern valley. Every few days another frightened family arrived at our gates carrying little more than hope. Some came from neighboring packs. Others crossed entire territories after hearing whispers that there was a place where no Alpha owned an Omega and every wolf could choose their own future.
Not everyone welcomed those whispers.
The southern delegation arrived on a gray Tuesday morning.
They came with polished wagons, embroidered banners, and enough official seals to fill a library.
And they came armed.
Not with swords—that would have violated sanctuary law—but with lawyers.
I stood beside t
