*Leo*

Three weeks later…

The moon is waning gibbous–three days until it’s full. Three days until I marry Roxy.

My paws press into the moss, every muscle taut and ready. Today is Roxy’s first hunt. It’s an important rite, a moment she’s been preparing for. Marek, Hanna, Harla, Corwin, and I flank her, moving like shadows through the trees, silent and sharp.

Roxy’s wolf is smaller, immature, but her eyes burn with fierce determination. She’s nervous, I can feel it through our bond, but she’s also proud. This is her moment to prove herself not just as our Luna, but as a warrior of Moon River.

Ahead, the elk graze...