Third Person's POV
At the Moon Goddess altar, Elder Halsey prepared to reinstate Cedric's name in the clan records.
Yet, skepticism lingered among some wolves.
They saw Cedric as frail, struggling to link him to the legendary Frostfang lineage.
"I don't believe he's Randall's son," a wolf declared loudly, disdain evident in his voice. "Adelaide found some little fraud and expects us to swallow it."
"Randall's son should bear the Frostfang Pack's silver fern gland mark. This pup's got nothing but a scar—clearly a rogue."
The speaker tugged his collar, the wolf-head bracelet on his wrist glinting coldly in the moonlight. "Adelaide's parading a rogue around, thinking we won't smell the landfill on him?"
Elder Halsey's wolf claw suddenly crushed his pen, splinters scattering at the doub
