Chapter 55

Petal's POV

The moon was heavy that night, hung like silver and soar, like a heart on the edge of breaking.

The pack gathered in the training Field, their howls rising one by one into the cold sky. I stood at the edge of the crowd, the grass brushing my bare ankles, my pulse thrumming with a rhythm that wasn't entirely my own.

Every full moon, Aslaan called for a collective shift. It wasn't just tradition, but was survival – a test of control, dominance and unity. But this time, ...