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A beautiful full moon night. Xevia and the old alpha stood at the edge of the ravine looking up at the sky.

"Soon it will be time..." said the old man.

At exactly midnight, Xevia would transform into a wolf. It had been a week now that she'd learned to control her transformations.

"Yes." She agreed.

The old man was one of the few who knew that she'd become this way before... when her father had left. She had been raised by a kind beta woman, but the old man had insisted on taking care of her. He didn't know the truth about her origins though. He couldn't understand what the pack did. And he never would, until he saw it with his own eyes.

The old man looked at her carefully as if trying to judge whether or not he could trust her. His golden eyes were warm, even through the dark. He was an older male werewolf of average height with white hair and wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. He was wearing some sort of military uniform.

He smiled softly, "You're ready then, are you?" he aske