Naomi POV

Just as she thought, the trees here in Brighmere Grove looked different than in shifter territory!

Naomi slipped through a line of copper beech trees, avoiding the branches and trying not to get smacked in the face. She’d heard that every tree in the wood elf groves protected the other trees. Ransome Hemming, Azandra’s father, and Kyon seemed to think so.

The Crestas were so nice. So loving. Such a tight-knit clan, and now she was part of it because of Cyran, ...