The camp hums with restless energy. Fires flicker across the clearing, throwing shadows that dance like whispers of uncertainty. Aria walks among her growing pack, silver eyes scanning faces—some filled with loyalty, some with doubt, some with barely concealed ambition.
Her presence commands attention, even without words. Every step is deliberate, every glance measured. The packs are beginning to whisper—some openly, some behind closed jaws.
“They follow her now,” a young Alpha murmurs to his Beta, tone both awed and nervous. “The Luna… she’s becoming more than we imagined.”
“But is she strong enough?” the Beta replies. “Strong enough to keep all of us in line?”
Elsewhere, a group of older, seasoned Alphas gather in secret, voices low, tension thick.
“She’s new,” one hisses. “We’ve su
