Mia Heather POV
The bonfire roared high into the night sky, taller and wilder than the one from last night. Sparks spiraled upward like frantic fireflies, scattering into the dark as wolves crowded in a wide circle around the flames.
Drums beat steadily, slow and foreboding as each thud echoed in my chest like a second heartbeat.
Tonight wasn’t like the other gatherings.
Tonight was for me.
I stood beside Loren, fingers curled nervously at my sides as Zeke stepped into the center of the clearing. His arm had been wrapped in white cloth after Viper’s attack, but the injury didn’t dim the power in his presence. The crowd went silent at once.
“Mia Heather,” Zeke called, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
I swallowed and stepped forward.
Dozens of eyes watched me. Some wit
