nt nothing to her now; neither did the sunrise and sunset remind her of what had happened nor the fa

rets, forgotten gods; wild dangers within, furrows to hold them snug, even sizzling air was charged with the primary

and experience with wilds surrounding her. She was weak and had not been able to f

biting bitterness. She seemed to see or hear the snap of every limb, every scattering mouse among rustling leaves, and the sound a river would murmur through far, off hills, the ins

r want of food. An instantaneous shift in the air; a pull deep inside her, like an invisible string, tugged her forw

without conscious thought, she launched herself, forward faster than she'd ever moved in her life. The deer never even saw her comi

a life in the wild. And it had come so easily. Far too easily. But it wasn't only her senses that had changed. She could feel some strange, wild power surging th

ence that had triggered this transformation. It was something older. Something far more ancient. She was born into the Whiteclaw Pack, raised in its

emed alive; the heartbeat of every tree, every rock, every blade of grass. There was a very ancient rhythm to the world, and it was to that she was movin

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r, swifter, and more natural than any normal wolf. Powers rumored not to have a rival among brethren in the Lupari, who possess unparalleled feat

the pulse at her fingertips lay the power to be had, waiting. The power was within her, stirring, calling on her to don it. She had no idea what had just occurred-she knew

s full potential. She felt her senses sharpen to the extent that she was aware of even the tiniest creatures in the forest rustling, an owl fl

through the woods, as a shadow. Changes weren't all physical, eithe

reaming, and her mind was nowhere in particular, when suddenly this surge of energy from the ground came, nearly like a hear

er feet sensed, the shifting trees, the weight and vigor in the air. It was more than an exercis

Moon Gatherings. This she had been born into. She was the last of the ancient bloodline. The realization hit her like a wave, it could have, sav

and logan-the Alpha that she had thought her mate-listened to the sound of an echo far, far away.

e from some long-forgotten lineage of an ancient origin. The intoxication of that power was irresistible; sh

truth of her heritage. The bloodline was calling her. And Gwen knew she could no longer ignore the legacy that had been left to her. She had no choice bu

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