Haunted Wood Cicada night

The words Germanicus offered were not at all what Crowfeather had anticipated. The silver guard was firm, stating that those who had gone on to be warriors were not happy.

It was positioned in a way that suggested Crowfeather had been saved by his destiny.

Perhaps you are right.

Germanicus did not know what fate had done to the dark wolf, however. The great silver soldier had not faced the dreams of prophecy, been left to unravel them like a complex puzzle with several missing pieces.

I always watched them train and envied all that they did. Could you at least show me… how to defend myself?

Crowfeather's cheeks burned hot, as though he had asked Germanicus for a kiss.