Luna Anya's Perspective
The morning after Calla and Maya had moved into the packhouse, I stood in Alric's study wrestling with decisions that would affect our pack's future. The surveillance photos were spread across his desk—stark evidence that our period of relative safety was ending. Each image showed the same disturbing pattern: wolves moving with purpose through human neighborhoods, testing boundaries, gathering intelligence.
We'd told the Omegas who prepared their rooms that the girls were refugee wolves from a distant pack, seeking temporary sanctuary while family matters were resolved. The explanation raised no suspicions, but I knew we couldn't maintain the deception much longer. Pack members had keen senses, and sooner or later, someone would notice that our "refugee wolves" ca
