The sun was dipping low over the forest, casting long shadows across the clearing at Moonflare. The packhouse glowed warmly, but there was a restless energy in the air. Word had spread that new wolves wanted to join our pack and I could feel the tension of anticipation thrumming in every member present. This wasn’t a simple recruitment. Joining Moonflare wasn’t about showing up, it was about proving loyalty, strength and purpose.
I stood near the doorway, Asher at my side, our son safe in his arms, now asleep against his chest. The pack gathered in a wide semi-circle around the clearing, ears alert, eyes sharp. Even the guardians were present, massive forms shifting slightly in the soft moonlight, their presence a reminder that this pack had power, discipline and vigilance.
The two wolve
