Chapter 83

Adel’s scowl lingered for a moment, then she pushed Netya’s hand away, curling the girl’s fingers closed around the chain. “Keep it. You would wear it better than I.”

Netya was about to respond when the den mother suddenly hushed her, raising a palm and gesturing urgently with her eyes. Following the den mother’s gaze, Netya tensed as she made out the source of her agitation hunched over in the grass, barely a few yards from where they stood. A skinny wolf was watching them, teeth bared, its yellow eyes glinting with aggression.

At first Netya’s heart raced, believing it to be a scout from a rival pack, one of the ones Khelt had been concerned about months ago. But the bodies of the Moon People did not fit into such skinny forms.

When they changed shape, their clothing peeled away into thick, luscious fur, nothing like the scraggly coat of this animal. This time it was simply a wolf. Just another wild animal.

Nevertheless, the creature was clearly agitated an