TER

hostility that seemed to crack in the air. Ava's presence was a poisonous

n between her and the Alpha of the Storm Riders Pack. His eyes, now a w

, his voice a rumble that r

erritory. You're

e, Henry," she replies, her voice dripping with insolence. "And I'm curious about your l

ting force. "Tell me, little Luna," she murmured, her voice

stance trigger within her. She adjusted her spine, meeting Ava's eyes with

ws curved in

d. This world is not for the weak heart. It demands powe

. "Enough, Ava," he warned. This is your last

uncompromising. "You threaten me, Henry?" she sig

Henry replied, his voice unhesit

hat? From the truth? From the burden of her destiny? You cann

resounding through the trees like a haunting air. The tension i

earching her face with concern. "Are y

ting in her chest. "I'm okay," she

rds mean nothing," he said, his voice

barely speaking. "I don't know anything a

reassuring. "You'll learn," he said, his words filled wi

alked, Henry explained the history of the clash between the Eldora Pack and th

her disrespect for the Eldora Pack's heritage. He warned Luna

of discovery. She wouldn't be a victim. She wouldn't let Ava win. She will learn, she will

, Henry stopped, turning to face her, his

to Havenwood alone," he said. "

ffee shop and the unknown dangers of the werewolf world. But as sh

her voice dripping

e. "Welcome to the Eldora Pack, Luna,"

ins settled amongst the trees. As they approached, Luna heard a sound of conversation

of mingle understanding and wonder. The residents, a mix of men, women and chil

na felt a strange sense of familiarity as if she were lookin

a's shoulder. "This is our home," he

una instantly at ease; Mia, the wise and ancient elder, whose eyes held depth of knowledge that seems to penetrat

ess. "Luna," she said, her voice softening, "you'r

The Elder's words confirmed the truth of

ay," Luna stammered, he

ease Luna's anxiety. "There's no need for words,

ith the comforting scent of herbs. "This will be your home,"

ling from the events of the past few days. The pack members were kind and wel

its, their hunting practices and connections to the land. He also talked about the Storm Ride

a bigger, more private residence. The interior was dime, fil

w before her. "It is time," she said, h

She had expected this moment, yet

her voice trembling.

," Mia replied. "To control your p

n, have her a connection to the ancient magic of Basswood forest. This connectio

" Mia said, her eyes, her eyes fixed ok

strength. Mia taught her to focus on her mind, to connect with her inner

ness that blend within her. But with Mia protection and the sup

e customs and traditions and their respects for the balance of nature. She f

er the peaceful place. Luna knew that her training was not just a personal de