|| Lilac's POV ||

The garden was alive with murmurs as the elders gathered around Ezra, their ancient hands hovering over his newly shifted form. His wolf—magnificent, silver-furred, with eyes like molten gold—stood tall under their scrutiny. The moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows across the grass.

He looks like Father, I thought, my chest swelling with pride.

The head healer, a wizened woman with eyes sharp as daggers, pressed her palm to ...