Moving out of the old den was one of the best things that ever happened to Emma. It felt as though someone had finally spoken sense into her father, because his behavior had turned unusually cold and distant. Emma remained cautious, her wolf constantly on edge as she wondered who had influenced such a change. Deep down, she suspected the Moon Princess had intervened.
The mini-den they moved into stood proudly along the Silver Coast Pack, one of the calmest and most peaceful regions within the pack lands. The den was surrounded by towering trees, their branches swaying gently like silent guardians. The entire pack felt like a hidden sanctuary beneath the Moon Goddess' gaze. The street itself was breathtaking, lined with elegant brownstone dens and luxurious mini-dens that reflected status and power within the Alpha Realm.
