Bella’s P.O.V.
I stood under the soft blue wash of early dawn, the chill of morning brushing against my skin like a whisper. The War Room had been cleared out for the moment, everyone gathered outside near the training grounds. Aunt Claire had insisted. "You need space," she'd said with a knowing glint in her eyes. "And the world needs to see what the Mystique Wolf really looks like."
I glanced toward the gathered crowd: Matt's parents, Aunt Claire, Aiden, Blake, Rachel—all watching with a mixture of excitement and reverence.
With Aurora fully back, the change came easy. My bones didn’t creak; they shifted like waves responding to the pull of the moon. I closed my eyes as warmth rippled through me, muscles stretching and contorting, my skin melting into fur as white as freshly fallen sn
