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Valerie’s POV ~Background~ The Moon Stone Pack had a strange lineage. Our wolves were connected to our rank. When everyone received the gift of meeting their wolves at the age of thirteen, our pack omegas mostly didn’t. I’d always thought that it had something to do with the fact that ranked members never accepted their omega mates and weren’t deemed worthy of a wolf, even if, like me, you were born in a ranked family. Also, if at the shifting ceremony, you didn’t shift … You were shunned by your family, no matter how much they loved you, and immediately declared an omega. Not shifting was part of being an omega, I guess. Maybe the moon goddess decided to punish our pack by refusing us the gift of wolves for every member, even if they were omega. A pack without a full force of wolves wa