Elena’s POV
The moon pulled hard tonight.
The yard lit up like someone had turned a lamp on in the sky. Sound came in waves—feet on grass, low voices, the long, rising howl that always made the hairs on my arms stand up. I pressed my back to the wall by the window and watched.
Maribelle smiled at me across the yard. She had a jar in one hand and a meat skewer in the other. She looked… happy. That did not help. Happy wolves are the kind that run into the woods and forget they have roofs and curtains and small humans inside.
What do I even know about happy wolves?
Grandpa Marcus clapped his hands and the training circle split. People moved fast. Some ran for the trees. Some dropped to all fours. Clothes ripped. Hair flared. I had seen it before, but seeing was different from
