Lorenzo
On the first full moon of my fifteenth year, there had been the hunt.
I had never been on one before, and I had been afraid. But my father, Reikard, and my uncle Tommy had both made me come with them anyway. Fear wasn’t tolerated in my bloodline; it was broken, reshaped, and reforged into something useful.
The wolves of our region rarely crossed paths with the grizzlies. We did not need to—the bears were strong enough to kill a wolf, or several if they wished. Yet when a rogue strayed too far, it was our task to remind it of the rules. Unspoken rules, but ironbound nonetheless.
That night I had run through the forest under the cold wash of moonlight, agony and euphoria tearing through me as my bones snapped and reformed, my body twisting into its truest shape. That first transf
