(Catherine POV)
The wolves emerged from shadows like materialization of moonlight given form, their massive shapes flanking us with synchronized precision that spoke of choreography practiced over generations. But this wasn't performance—this was family, pack bonds expressing themselves through movement that required no conscious coordination to achieve perfect unity.
Lucas ran point, his gray-furred form cutting through underbrush with efficiency that cleared paths for those who followed. Elena and Marcus flanked our group, their attention focused outward toward threats that might challenge pack activities rather than inward toward whatever ceremony we were fulfilling. Thomas and the twins wove through trees with liquid grace, their younger energy finding expression through leaps and bo
