Ava's pov
I can’t believe it.
It had been two years since he shifted. Two beautiful, chaotic, laughter-filled, exhausting, healing, magnificent years.
I stood by the balcony of our bedchamber, the cool morning breeze flow through my hair as I looked down at the courtyard. Below, the twins—Aurora and Celeste—ran after Xavier and Nolan, their giggles ringing through the air like the most beautiful melody. Aria trailed behind, trying to keep up, while Kaida sat under the shade of the willow tree, braiding Lyra’s hair. The sight was enough to make my chest ache in the best way.
Xavier and Nolan had shifted recently and we were certain that when Rowan takes over they would be his gamma and beta.
Rowan stood tall in the center of it all, sparring with his uncle—our Rowan. He was no longer the lanky, wide-eyed boy he once was. At sixteen, he carried himself with grace, power, and a natural leadership that made Xander and I look at each other in awe almost every day.
A golden wolf.
The Moon G
