Arielle's POV
The full moon came again on a Friday.
Wren had circled it on the calendar two days before with a deliberateness that made me smile, and when it arrived he was at the gathering point early, practically vibrating with the anticipation that the forest had suppressed for two years and the Nightshade pack moons had started to restore.
Watching him with the pack had become one of the quiet goods of this life. Not dramatic. Just good. The steady incremental thing of watching someone discover, again, that being alive was not only survival.
I shifted with the pack.
My wolf had been stretching more lately, responding faster, the integration with the bloodline power making her more herself rather than less. She came forward easily now, a clean white shape in the dark of the mountai
