Petal's Pov

Morning sunlight spilled into the courtyard like melted gold, softening the hard edges of stone and iron. Wolves gathered in small clusters, murmuring about the celebration from the night before. For the first time since stepping foot into the Silvercrest Pack, I didn’t feel their gazes cutting into me like blades.

They were still watching me, yes but something had shifted. Something quiet. Something dangerous.

Acceptance.

Or at least the beginning of it.

As I walked across the ...