Most students at Clearwater High considered life as a Woodwalker to be the world’s greatest secret. Being a perfectly normal twelve-year-old girl by day and hunting through the undergrowth as a silent, silver-gray cat by night—for me, Nova Potter, that was everyday life. I thought I had found my place in the forest. But on that stormy night, everything changed. I was standing in a vast, misty clearing, my paws buried deep in the damp moss. The wind carried unfamiliar scents. Wild. Dangerous. It smelled of wild cats—of a distant clan lurking deep in the shadows. Suddenly, a branch snapped behind me. I spun around, fur bristling, ready to hiss. But instead of a normal hiss, something impossible happened. A fierce golden glow shot from my paws. The leaves around me swirled upward and hung trembling in the air—as if suspended by invisible threads. The air crackled with an ancient, wild power. Startled, I backed away. This wasn't a shapeshifter ability. This was real, pure magic. I was no ordinary Woodwalker. And as the forest’s eerie howl swelled in the distance, I realized: my heritage was far greater—and more dangerous—than I could have ever dreamed.
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