LILY POV
"She's going to do it," I whispered, watching Hope wobble on her tiny legs in the center of the pack gathering. At one year old, she was finally ready to take her first real steps.
Around us, wolves from every rank sat together on blankets spread across the grass. The Winter Moon Festival had become something entirely new - not just a mating ceremony, but a celebration of togetherness that drew visitors from dozens of packs.
"Come on, little moon," Caleb called softly, kneeling with his arms spread about ten feet away from where I sat with Hope.
Hope giggled and lifted one wobbly foot, then placed it firmly on the ground. The entire gathering held its breath as she took her first independent step, then another, then stumbled forward with determination that made my heart swell.
"She's doing it! " Luna cheered from nearby, where she was planning the evening's activities with representatives from seven visiting packs.
