Ember Frost’s POV

I shook my head slowly. The accident wasn’t Mira’s fault. It wasn’t the werewolf elders’, either. Everything they had done was meant to protect me. I wasn’t heartless enough to turn around and blame the very people who were trying to keep me alive.

My mother’s smile warmed a little. “We know,” she said gently. “You’ve always been a good-hearted child.”

My father, meanwhile, was more focused on my training. My body had changed, and with it, my ...