Poppy's POV

　　The sound of our breaths mingles with the whispers of the forest as I stand before Ally, her gaze piercing through the veil of darkness that shrouds us. The moonlight glints off her silver eyes, a reflection of her inner wolf, Dawn- a creature of both beauty and strength.

　　"Poppy," she starts, her voice wavering between suspicion and a desperate need for answers, "why are you here? What do you want from me?"

　　The question hangs heavy in the ...