The pack grounds are transformed.
String lights crisscross between the trees, casting warm golden light over tables laden with food. Someone's set up a sound system, and music drifts through the evening air—something upbeat and celebratory. Wolves are everywhere, laughing, eating, dancing, the energy electric with joy.
Luna Bailey is home.
I've been here three weeks and haven't met her yet. She left to help her sister through a difficult birth the day before I arrived, and according to Nadia, the pack's been counting down the days until her return.
Now I understand why.
She's standing near the main table with Kael, and even from a distance, I can feel the shift in the pack's energy. Like something that was slightly off-balance has clicked back into place.
"That's her," Nadia says, ap
