Bella’s POV

The world outside the pack house was drenched in⁠ silver light. The moon hung low, swollen⁠ and⁠ watchful, casting long shadows across the courtyard where wolves gathered in silence.

Bella stood o⁠n the balcony that overlooked them, th⁠e wind catching the hem of her cloak, her pulse steady and loud in her ears. Below her, the pack waited—hundreds of eyes glinting in the moonlight. Some filled ...