Chapter 8

The day after Ben left, the Council Elders of Frostfang came to see me. They said the Moon Altar was ready. This time, I didn’t hesitate. There was no waiting. No heartbreak. No one who would arrive late. I bathed away the dust of the past. Put on the ceremonial robe my mother had hand-stitched with snow-threaded patterns. At my waist hung the silver-feather bone chain—the symbol of a female Alpha of Frostfang. My father stood beside me, his eyes solemn, but shining with pride. “From...