𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞

The air in Ravernia Pack was thick with the scent of pine and impending change. Seventeen years had passed since the night of the massacre, the night baby Ariana entered the world, marked by a coincidence that clung to her like a shadow. Inside her chamber, the young woman with eyes that held the depth of ancient forests gazed out, watching the other wolves, her age, prepare for their exhilarating run. A sigh escaped her lips, heavy with a longing she tried to suppress.

She drew the curtains, the soft fabric a meager shield against the world’s expectations, only to find her mother, Luna Barbara, standing there. The Luna's gaze was gentle, yet tinged with a sympathy Ariana couldn't bear. It was a look that always made her feel like a sorrowful tale, a rarity that others pitied.

“Mother,” Ariana managed, a forced smile playing on her lips, her heart a tangled knot of love and resentment. The Luna offered her hand, and Ariana accepted, walking side-by-side towards the garden, unaware that even in this quiet moment, the threads of her unique destiny were drawing tighter.