Anabel quietly slipped down to the point where she’d heard the howl. She came face to face with a teenaged gray wolf. “Hello,” she spoke. “My name is Anabel. You are?” She barely waited for a response before she barreled on. “This is Dawnshire, ruled by King Kratos. Our betas are Helius and Wisteria, and our deltas are Luna and Paeeon. You wish to join our pack, yes?” She regarded the girl. “Come, come in. You look exhausted.” To be honest, Anabel was sick of Emilia, and she was so excited for a new face. Boring, Emilia was! Boring and scary. Anabel didn’t like to be around her, yet Emilia was the only wolf she really knew. Without much thought, she drew water up from the ground and curled it along her leg. It had been a shock to her when she gained the ability, but now it was almost like second nature.

“So draw your knives, ladies, prepare for war. . . .”