Elara's pov
Back home, I had spent years buried in fantasy novels and old online forums, reading every strange story I could find about werewolves and ancient packs.
Most of them had been ridiculous. Some had been close to the truths I knew now.
But in all of these I had never seen the name Moonfang Den.
The only reason I knew what it was now was because Mai had explained it to me days earlier while brushing out my hair.
She had told me the Moonfang Den was where the youngest wolves were sent before they could stand beside adults. It was more than a school. It was where children stopped being children.
The young wolves learned how to control their first shifts. They learned the laws of the pack. They learned how to live among the humans without exposing what they were. And they learned about every creature that could one day become an enemy.
Mai had said it quietly, almost absentmindedly.
"It is where they stop being pups and start becoming wolves."
