Blacktooth & Bloodrose Camps
Who’s stopping me from being lovable and strong? Shani thought.
The answer was a lot of wolves, but for right now it was a rhetorical question.
Neva took Shani’s hands in hers and squeezed them. Her smile was soft, her eyes warm. Be the queen of...my own pack?
Shani interpreted Neva’s words as foreign, the idea was so far-fetched. She almost laughed, too. But then she was struck with possibility.
I don’t want to be the future Luna of the Blacktooth pack, she thought. That much she was absolutely sure of. But she hadn’t thought to think beyond that. Do I want to be a Luna at all? Could I be the Luna of…more—better?
A fifth option.
Neva was looking Shani over in concern, opening her mouth to speak, but Shani cut her off. “Neva, would you like to have dinner with my family?”