Epilogue
The moon crept through the sky, rising in movements too slow and far away to track with any semblance of patience. Kyra closed her book—the worn, gifted copy of The Call of the Wild.
Tonight would be her first shift, and she was a bundle of nerves from head to toe. She’d not called her lupine form—not a single patch of fur—since that one minute where she’d defended Mikos. Soon the magic would call her down and she’d be in her wolf form for the first time ever.
A tiny sliver of doubt sat at the pit of her stomach. An echoing fear that she was an imposter. A fraud. That she was still cursed.
The door to her trailer opened and Mikos peeked inside. “I’ve been looking for you.”
She’d run with Mikos tonight, of course. They all would. They were remote enough to run together this fi
