Celeste's first year changed everything. Not just for us, but for both packs. She became a symbol of hope. Of unity. Of the new world we were building.
She was extraordinary from the beginning. At three months, she shifted for the first time. Most wolf pups didn't shift until at least six months. But Celeste was different. Special.
Her wolf form was stunning. Pure silver fur that gleamed like moonlight. Violet eyes inherited from somewhere deep in both our bloodlines. She was small, barely larger than a house cat, but her presence was undeniable.
"She's remarkable," Elder Thorne said, visiting to assess her development. "The Silver Moon bloodline is strong in her. Stronger than even in you, Aria. She'll be powerful beyond anything we've seen in generations."
"Is that good or dangerous?
