Hope's POV.
The forest is quiet.
I sit on the edge of the pack’s territory, where the trees thin and the wind hums gently between the branches. The sun has long since dipped behind the clouds again, casting Black Hollow back into its familiar gray. But somehow, the mist doesn’t feel as heavy as it used to.
Maybe it’s me who’s changed.
The truth has settled over me like new skin, still raw in places, still strange — but no longer foreign.
I'm a werewolf. The thought no longer sends me reeling. It grounds me.
Not just someone who runs with wolves. Not just a human girl tolerated in a world she was never truly meant to be part of.
I am one of them. I always was.
For the first time since the truth unraveled, I’m alone. And I don’t feel lost. Something inside me is shifting. Not violent
