The First Wolf's attention on Luna intensified until Marina's protective barriers began to crack.

"Stop," she pleaded, shadow magic straining to hold. "She's just a pup. Whatever you see in her, she hasn't chosen it yet. Don't break her before she has a chance to become anything."

The divine presence pulled back slightly, and the pressure eased. You defend her fiercely. As a mother should. The First Wolf's focus shifted to Sera, still sleeping peacefully. And this one? The full-blooded Bloodfang. What destiny does she carry?

"Fire," Obsidian's voice rang out from across the cavern. He pushed through the crowd of terrified wolves with the confidence of someone who'd survived...