The pack house had begun to feel less like a sanctuary and more like a gilded cage.
For the last week McKenna had distanced herself from her twin. She saw McKayla only in passing—at meals, in hallways—but never lingered. Each glance they shared carried the unspoken truth: McKenna was trying to learn who she was without her sister’s shadow. McKayla was her anchor, her other half. But McKenna couldn’t risk clinging to her forever. If destiny demanded she walk a dangerous path, she needed to be able to walk it alone.
Her wolf had been restless, pacing in the corners of her mind. For three days she had whispered urgency, but this morning she had spoken with rare clarity:
“I think we are going to shift into our wolf form for the first time.”
McKenna froze mid-step in her bedroom. What? Are
