Clara POV
The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers as Ben and I walked hand in hand through the Silverthorn Pack’s village, the cobblestone path winding beneath our boots, the full moon hanging low like a silver lantern in the indigo sky.
Its light bathed the world in a shimmering glow, casting long shadows from the towering pines, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, whispering secrets to the stars above. Ben’s hand was warm, his calloused fingers laced with mine, his grip steady and comforting, a quiet anchor in the chaos that had gripped the pack since Darius’s arrival.
My heart fluttered, a mix of nerves and warmth, my auburn hair loose and catching the moonlight, my green eyes glancing up at him, his blond hair glinting silver, his grin
