Talia's POV
The Starlight Pack is throwing a party for us.
This action lifted my eyebrows. Lanterns swing from above the trees, filling the lawn with bright light. Long tables are loaded with delicious cuisine-roasted meats, hot bread, and fruits that look almost too good to be true. A bonfire pops in the middle; fire kindles up into midnight while wolves from the Starlight Pack and the Misfits stick together.
It's like a dream.
I used to get teased, overlooked and turned away here. Now? Everyone's pushing and trying to sneak a peek at me.
"Is that her?"
"She's different," another murmured in awe.
I keep my expression neutral, but inside, my wolf Tiara snorts. "They're acting like you grew another head."
"They never expected me to survive," I reply silently.
Bran keeps pace with m
