Talia’s POV
The Moonlight Pack throws a welcome party for us. The sight makes my eyebrows lift. Lanterns hang between the trees, casting warm light across the lawn. The feast tables are covered with roasted meat, fresh bread, and bowls of fruit. A bonfire burns at the center, its flames rising into the night as wolves from the Moonlight Pack and the Misfits mingle together.
It feels almost unreal.
I used to be teased, overlooked, and turned away here. Now, everyone seems eager to get a closer look at me.
“Is that her?”
“She’s different,” someone murmurs.
I keep my expression neutral, but inside, my wolf, Tiara, snorts.
“They’re acting as though you grew another head.”
“They never expected me to survive,” I reply silently.
Bran walks beside me, his presence grounding me as we move
