I stand at the edge of the circle, Kali beside me, her shoulder warm against mine. Her green cloak throws her silver hair into sharp relief against the darkness. I chose black and silver. Nobody questioned it.
Kieran steps into the circle first.
He’s always drawn attention without trying. But right now, watching him wait for Sienna, he looks like his father. Callum used to stand like that before pack meetings—shoulders back, chin up, like he already knew what needed to be done and was just waiting for everyone else to catch up.
The resemblance catches me off guard.
Sienna walks toward him wearing a simple white dress. She wears a simple white dress, one hand resting on her belly where my grandchild grows. Just her, one hand on her belly where my grandchild grows, hair loose and tangled
