Betty's POV. 

The sound of the ancient horn rattled my bones from inside, and my eyes snapped open.

The entire pack was already gathering outside, their murmurs rising like wind before a storm. Torches burned along the training ground, forming a massive circle of golden fire.

My heart thudded.

It was day seven. The Final Dawn.

Damien met me at the entrance, his jaw tense, his eyes shadowed by a fear he didn’t want me to see.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, though even ...