My name is Elara. To the Blackwood pack, I am the wolfless disgrace who happened to be destined for its future Alpha, Caleb. They made sure I understood which half of that description mattered to them. For eighteen years, my family drained my blood to sustain my twin sister Aria's "perfect" silver wolf. The needles came at night, and the weakness the next morning was always blamed on my missing wolf. I endured it because I thought Caleb would protect me when it mattered. At tonight's awakening ceremony, he walks past me and settles my ceremonial cloak around Aria's shoulders. Then my parents bring out a contract meant to keep me hidden and useful forever. They expect me to accept it as quietly as every needle. Heat presses through my bones. The suppressants are failing, and whatever they buried inside me is waking up.
The great hall of the Blackwood pack smelled of pine resin and candle smoke, and every wolf in the territory had crowded in to watch the future get decided. It was the night of the awakening ceremony — the night the heirs of the pack received their wolves. The young stood in a line down the center of the hall in their ceremonial cloaks while the Elders called each name forward. Mine had already been called and answered with silence, the way it had every year for eighteen years. Elara, of the wolfless blood. The disgrace the pack fed because blood ties demanded it. I stood at the edge of the line in the plain grey cloak that had been folded for me and never worn, and watched the ceremony from the place they had put me. My mother stood with my father near the Elders' Dais, and at their ce
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