Midnight Moon isn’t a sleepaway camp for pups. And it definitely isn’t an academy for the youth of privileged packs. It’s for adult rejects. The runts. The unwanted. The loners.
So which am I? After my family died, all of the above. I suppose that makes me a perfect fit, even if I shouldn’t be. I was sent here, not only in hope of forcing my transition but also for protection from an outcast aiming to stop me from claiming my rightful spot. While it might be the best place to hide, I quickly discover I’m not invisible. The Four have pinned their eyes on me.
Instead of fighting their torments or keeping to myself, I decide to help the runt, lending a hand in more ways than one. The desire to be near him is too strong to ignore. We share the same struggles, and soon the same pain. Now that I’ve let him in, there’s no turning back.