Chapter 73 Lessons of a coyote.

Margaret had only been with the pack for a short time, but her presence was already causing a stir among us. She was unlike anyone we'd met before—a were-coyote with abilities that even Noah found intriguing. It was clear she had something unique to offer, and Noah, always the inquisitive Alpha, was eager to learn from her. One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the forest, Noah gathered a few of us around a campfire. The flames flickered, casting long shadows as we sat in a circle, the warmth of the fire contrasting with the cool night air. Margaret stood at the edge of the circle, her posture relaxed but with an air of confidence that made it clear she was about to share something significant. "Most of you know that coyotes aren't like wolves," Margaret began, her voice steady and calm. "We have our own abilities, our own ways of surviving. But there's one thing that sets some of us apart—something that even among coyotes, is considered rare." Noah