Eira POV

On my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed normal—until the unexpected happened. My hybrid blood awakened, fusing witchcraft with wolfish ferocity, and before I knew it, I had become a wolf with magical abilities.

I didn’t even know how to look at my grandmother. She had always hated the part of me that came from my father. Whippings, scalding silver restraints, and so-called “holy water”… I had lost count of how many times she had tried to cleanse me.

Clearly, every ...