Amara, her one arm draped around the ancient moon tree, her long silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, with pack members crowded in around her. Cheering broke out, howl's split the night, and her name resounded through the woods as if it were the winning hymn. She had returned. Alive. Changed.
The Devourer’s shadow no longer clung to her like a second skin—it lived inside her now, subdued, for as long as it stayed, coiled like a serpent in the well of her soul. But no one saw that. Not yet.
Kael got to her first, his eyes crazy with relief. He held her close, whispered in her ear: “You came back to me.”
“I always f*****g will,” Amara murmured in return, but a hint of uncertainty fluttered inside her.
The party erupted all around them. Fires roared to life. The clearing was alive wit
