Dahlia

The magical full moon the pack elders talked about is here. It wasn’t supposed to be, but it is. And now there are no clouds rolling in.

My eyes are glued to that moon because I know what it means now that it’s reached its peak.

Alaric is going to find me and reject me.

My wolf knows it too. She is pacing inside me, making every hair stand up on my skin in pure terror. Since we’re of the same soul, two spirits sharing the same body, she knows exactly ...