Ember's of the Silent Wolf

iff from the cold. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air, mixing with the lingering traces of wolf and human, their scents hanging in the morning mist like a thick fog. But no

the pack coming together wolves in their human forms and in their shifted state. It was supposed to be a

alled from behind h

s determined to pull Selene out of her self-imposed exile. But today, even

us?" Lyra asked, her vo

The sound of Lyra's voice was soothing, but it didn't erase the knot that had been tightening in Selene's chest for months. It felt like something inside he

ike it today,"

at and hollow, like she was an actor pla

ugh that Selene could feel the warmth of her presence

e. But it was the truth, wasn't it? Her absence, her unwillingness to participate

hem," Selene said under he

touch light but grounding. "You're not not good enough. You just have to let yourself be who you are. Let it co

ome? What if I don't have a wolf?" She turned to face Lyra then, and the intensity of her gaze was enough t

ern. She opened her mouth to speak, but Selene couldn't take it. She couldn't bear

," Selene added,

ance between them widening in a way neither of them had anticipated. Selene's heart pounded in her chest, and her hands clen

almost unsure. She took a step back, then another, as thoug

olves in the distance. They moved with ease, their bodies fluid, their sp

of it. The wolf tall and broad, with sleek fur stretched its muscles,

the sound of the transformation. The wolf's shift was full of power, a celebration

r bond was

o whole. She hated that she couldn't feel the same way, couldn't be a part of the unity they a

gain, softer this time, as if she were trying to reach her.

ars, and she felt that familiar tug that thing she would never have. The

r Lyra. There was