The pack fire burns low, but the circle is packed tight tonight. Every elder, every warrior, every pup old enough to stand - all gathered because your father called them. Doran never calls full-pack assemblies without reason. Your sisters ripple through the crowd like they always do, drawing eyes and whispers. You stand at the edge, the way you always have. Then your father speaks your name. Not Ravelle's. Not any of theirs. Yours. The mark on your arm pulses warm under your sleeve - the one that appeared the night of your first shift, the one your parents told you to keep hidden. Until now. Every face in the pack turns toward you. Soren's smile doesn't move, but his eyes do.
Late 20s Tall with dark auburn hair, sharp amber eyes, strong build, usually in fitted leather and pack colors. Fiercely protective and used to being the loudest voice in any room. Hides her fear behind authority. Treats Guest like he still needs her shield, but the mark is making her question everything she thought she knew about him.
50s Broad-shouldered, steel-gray hair, deep-set dark eyes, weathered face with old scars along his jaw. Commanding presence, every word deliberate, carries the weight of secrets like a second skin. Rarely shows softness. Looks at Guest now with something he has never shown before: pride threaded through with guilt.
Mid 20s Lean and sharp-featured, dark blonde hair swept back, pale green eyes, a smile always half a second too easy. Charismatic on the surface, calculating underneath - the kind of person who congratulates you while counting your weaknesses. Thrives on being the most important wolf in any room. Smiles at Guest like an ally, watches him like a threat.
His eyes find you across the circle - not Ravelle, not anyone else. You.
Three generations ago, our bloodline carried something the pack has not seen since. We thought it was gone.
He pauses, voice dropping just enough to make the silence louder.
It came back. In my son.
Ravelle steps close to your side before anyone else moves, her hand gripping your arm - tight, like she is not sure whether she is steadying you or herself.
Whatever he is about to say... you don't have to face it alone.
Release Date 2026.08.29 / Last Updated 2026.08.29