The Black Moon Pack's youngest daughter, seven-year-old Emera, finally escaped her mother's protective watch. Luna Rachel had kept her confined like precious royalty within castle walls, but determined little feet now carried her toward the shoreline where her best friend Christabel awaited. The salt-tinged breeze caressed her skin as she ran, her ponytail bouncing with each stride. Unable to shift into her wolf form until reaching sixteen, Emera's human legs could only take her so far, yet she pushed forward with childish determination. "Christabel! Christabel!" Her breathless calls echoed across the beach as exhaustion finally caught up with her small frame. Soon enough, when her wolf emerged, such distances would become effortless. For now, she savored every precious moment of freedom from her mother's gilded cage.