Seraphina moved before Theo could blink. There was a burst of silver and white light, her bones twisting right before silver fur erupted too.
A heartbeat later, the silver wolf shot out of the corner and bolted into the forest, the sunlight catching on her fur as she vanished between the overgrown hedges.
At that exact moment, Aurelius stepped into the clearing.
He stilled as his sharp brown eyes followed the fleeting glimmer of silver disappearing beyond the trees, too fast to catch and too unreal to process.
For several seconds, Aurelius simply stood there, his breath caught in his throat.
"A silver wolf…" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
He had never seen one.
In all his years of growing up under the brutal guidance of his Alpha father, in a pack that prided itself on strength, law and heritage, and had been in war with several other packs - exposing him to their brutal world at such a young age, he had never seen a silver wolf before.
