Dalia's POV
The coming-of-age birthday held sacred meaning in our pack. Tonight marked the moment when Darius and I would finally meet our wolves, and the entire Mistwood pack buzzed with anticipation. Their excitement wasn't just for my twin brother, but for me as well. Ever since my return to the pack, their overwhelming affection had wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
Whispers traveled through the pack that Darius possessed strength surpassing even our father, Alpha Theodore. They claimed it was because he carried the blood of true mates. But didn't that same blood flow through all of us siblings?
The way Dad and my brothers coddled me like fragile porcelain made me question whether they believed I could ever match their combat prowess. Zayden and Mayer, my younger twin brothers born after my return, seemed to think their gender gave them authority over me. They strutted around like miniature alphas, all puffed up and protective.