The wind’s long breath roared through the blackened wood, a rusty song cast across the treetops. It wasn’t just any night. Moonfire Eve: A sacred night, a secret night—known only to the oldest wolves…a night Amara had stumbled into—or been guided to by fate.
She was seventeen. Wild. Angry. Alone.
Her adoptive mother had just died of fever and no one in the pack gave a damn, really, about comforting a girl with no blood ties. She had always been a shadow to the rim of everybody else’s world. She’d run out from the packhouse that night, dodging the vigilant gazes of the guards to leap far into the heart of the Forbidden Wilds, where no sane wolf ever came.
Her feet were naked, churning earth. Her heart beat in the time of the wind. She had to get away, had to cry out, had to just be not u
