Ember Frost's POV.

It didn’t take long for my body to reclaim itself. At eighteen something in me was shifting—my wolf waking from sleep—and what would have finished a mere human only bruised me. I healed in weeks, proof that I was no longer helpless.

The revelation hit me like a storm: I’d never been a mere human. For eighteen years, I lived in ignorance, blind to the wolf curled inside me. Confusion clawed at me, but life pushed me forward. Owen’s rejection faded to the ...