Auren POV

I almost put Lorien with the children, but the thought of her wolf waking on a full moon stopped me cold. She’d been with the pack long enough for the beast to stir little signs had been creeping in: a darkening at the edge of her pupils, a restless set to her shoulders, the way her hands flexed when she thought I wasn’t looking. I didn’t know if, on that last cursed full moon, her wolf would fully surface. And if she shifted… would the curse claim her the same as the rest ...