Silvermoon's Hunter

Synopsis

"It's just a busted sword. So what if it's broken? Do you really have to look so grim?" Sophia Sinclair tossed the snapped Silver Edge into the mud, then turned to gently fix Ryan Frizzle's collar. The werewolves around us burst out laughing. None of them knew that the sword was the only thing my ancestors left me, and the only real weapon guarding the border of Silvermoon Territory. I picked up the shattered pieces and looked up at Sophia, my voice so calm it barely sounded like me. "Alright. If you think it's worthless, then from now on, whatever happens to the pack has nothing to do with me."