MIAS POV

Months had passed since the battle with Keith, but the scarsboth seen and unseenremained. Yet, I had won.

Not just the fight. Not just my life.

I had won myself.

For the first time in forever, I was at peace.

I stood before the werewolf world, my silver gown flowing in the wind, my white wolf aura glowing softly around me. The night sky stretched endlessly above, the full moon shining like a proud mother watching over her child.

"The Moon ...