Luna was five months old when the letter arrived from the Wolf Council of Elders, the highest governing body of all wolf packs across the continent. Dante read it three times before showing it to Aria.
"They want to meet Luna," he said, his expression troubled. "And they're requesting we bring her to the Capital for a formal presentation."
Aria felt her protective instincts flare immediately. "Presentation? She's a baby, not a trophy."
"I know. But we can't ignore this. The Council has authority over all packs, including the confederation. If we refuse, it could cause political problems." Dante sat heavily in his chair. "They say it's standard procedure for any wolf displaying unusual abilities. They want to assess her, ensure she's not a threat."
"A threat? She's five months old!"
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