Chapter 22

The hidden heir

The festival of our triumph over Margaret was still going all out. Wolves from all packs were yelling cheerfully, their voices reverberating as the night progressed. I ought to have been cheerful, however something didn't feel right. It was excessively simple. Margaret's loss left me with additional inquiries than addresses.

I got away from the merriments, requiring some time alone to think. The cool night air unsettled my fur as I cushioned into the peaceful backwoods. The moon hung low and full overhead, creating long shaded areas across the ground.

Out of nowhere, a twig snapped behind me. I spun around, passion rising. "Who's there?" I snarled.

A low, threatening laugh responded to me. From the shadows arose a wolf dissimilar to any I'd at any point seen. Her fur was ebony, appearing to retain the twilight instead of reflect it. In any case, it was her eyes that made my blood run cold - they shined with a spooky, unnatural light.

"Hi, little Luna," the unusual wolf