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energy. He was proud of the legacy he'd built, and proud that so many wolves were eager to stand by his side each month. There was always ano

ned out. He straightened his back, rolled

ds and stomping his feet. A cacophony of howls f

the sky. Atticus could see the grey craters making up its face, dimpled into the shape of t

ed at our border for too long, trying to sneak themselves into our woodland. They have been cla

moon continued to rise. The shift was uncontrollable, a

inent, with Atticus at his side. When he'd passed on his title, he'd hoped that Atticus would have found h

e'd rather have no Luna than a weak one; he couldn't risk letting his parents down. They'd devoted their lives to t

ckly instead. He'd cared for the weak, once. Now he only cared for the strong – he wanted to keep them strong

down. And, of course, she just so happened to

her hair shining beneath the moonlight, the stars reflecting in her huge brown eyes, and, every month, th

ut her dad – they looked so similar, both tall, olive skinned, and with a wistful cu

s eyes darkened, drowned out by his broken longing, none of his pack noti

still sounded gruesome, but Atticus was used to it. He'd endured the shift once a month for five years, now, and it felt almost fluid as his face elongated i

d, writhing against the pain, but if Atticus felt any sympathy for them he didn't show it. Instead he began to pace, pressing h

r, and every month he lost a litt

hem in the right direction, their wolf-side would take hold, and they could end up waking up miles from home, with no memory of how they got there. With practice, they woul

ce in whether or not they turned beneath its light. To take charge of their own bodies would provide the Blood Moon pack with unimaginable

had cost the lives of his pack members in the past, but Atticus was will

on the grass. They didn't have time to waste once they'd shifted, and he needed to get the youngster on its feet. He didn't recognise the little wolf – it wa

proved it's worth to him, then – and onl

out it's paws, putting an experimental amount of weight on them each in turn. Atticus barked

wondering if they could leave it behind. Lily, though stubborn, and almost mutinous in her dis