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The pack house was very quiet, every heartbeat felt louder than it should. I sat on the edge of a long wooden bench, still wrapped in the same blanket, my body trembling from exhaustion and leftover magic. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me; awake now, alert, curious.The door creaked open, and Merek entered. His silver hair caught the torchlight, his expression solemn yet oddly gentle.“Come,” he said simply. “It’s time.”I stood, my legs unsteady, but something deeper, something more than human urged me forward. My wolf understood the gravity of what was to come, even if I didn’t.Merek led me down a long corridor I’d never seen before. The walls were carved stone, rough and cold beneath the flickering lights. Every few steps, ancient runes glowed faintly along the edges, pulsing in slow, rhythmic patterns as if the walls themselves breathed.We reached a heavy wooden door bound in iron. Merek paused, resting her hand against the symbols etched into it. The runes flared silver in

The first thing I became aware of wasn’t pain.It was light.Soft and golden, filtering through my eyelids like the edge of dawn. It felt warm, gentle, so different from the cold darkness that had swallowed me last. For a long time, I didn’t move. I just let that warmth settle through me, until I realized something even more remarkable my heart was beating again.Slow, steady, alive.The air around me carried faint scents, burnt herbs, pine, and silver ash. The familiar tang of the pack house’s sick bay. My chest ached with every breath, but it was an ache of living, not dying. I opened my eyes to a dim room, the walls lined with flickering candles and low shelves stacked with bottles.And I knew immediately, Gal was alive.I couldn’t see her, couldn’t hear her voice, but I felt her.Her presence brushed against me like a warm hand through fog. Her heartbeat pulsed faintly in the back of my mind, her breathing slow and even. She was upstairs, safe. Resting. My wolf stirred at the awar

The moon hung impossibly full over the valley, a perfect silver disc that seemed to hum in my chest. Its light spilled through the trees and over the roofs of the pack house, washing everything in quiet radiance. I could hear the faint rhythm of the pack’s howls deep in the forest, echoing like ancient music; steady, reverent, alive.Rowan’s words still echoed in my head: “The moon will complete what love began. Tonight, you do not run, Milo and Gal. Tonight, you join.”It had been a week since I’d woken. A week since Gal saved my life and changed both of ours forever. Alpha had insisted that Gal must stay at least for two weeks in the pack house for training and counseling about her new life. None of our parents had anything against it. Our mothers had been coming to check up on us every two days. Every day since I woke up the world has felt different; clearer, quieter, as if the air itself was listening. We’d walked, laughed, eaten with the pack, and trained side by side, but toni

EPILOGUE The sunlight in Alpha Rowan’s office was too calm for how loud the world felt inside me. It streamed through tall windows, dust floating like tiny stars in its glow. Everything smelled sharper now; the polished wood, the faint musk of parchment, the pine resin in the walls. My new senses caught every thread of it, and it made my pulse race.Milo sat beside me on the long leather bench, his knee brushing mine, a quiet reassurance that I wasn’t adrift. Across from us, Alpha Rowan leaned over his desk, hands clasped, studying me the way someone studies the weather before deciding if it’s safe to travel.“How are you feeling now?” he asked. His voice was calm, low, threaded with patience that came from command and care in equal measure.I hesitated. There was no easy answer. I had woken at dawn with the forest in my head; every rustle, every distant heartbeat, every pulse of the earth. Even now, the air felt alive against my skin. “Different,” I said finally. “Like I’m made of l