As the crisp night air settled over the forest, Becca surrendered to the pull of the moon and allowed herself to shift. The moment she transformed into Malia, her wolf, there was a stillness—a reverence in the air. Malia was unlike any other. Though Becca shared a face with her twin sister Bianca, their wolves could not have been more different. Bianca’s wolf was small and sleek, her coat a soft shade of light brown that blended easily into the earth. But Malia was massive for a female, her fur a brilliant golden-brown streaked with hints of silver-gray that shimmered under the moonlight. She was wild, regal, and powerful—a perfect mirror of the strength Becca had buried within herself for so long.
Across the clearing, Dean shifted into his own wolf form. He was a sight to behold—his mass
