Arielle's POV
Three weeks after returning from the border, the full moon came.
We ran.
I had run five full moons with the Nightshade pack now. Each one was different from the last, the way the same music played in different rooms sounds different. The pack was the constant. What changed was me, what I brought to it, what I was able to receive.
This moon was different in a way that had nothing to do with strategy or the Architect or Seraphina's escape or any of the things that were occupying significant parts of my attention.
It was different because Lucien and I were different, and that difference moved through the pack the way temperature moves through a room, gradually and then completely.
The pack knew. Of course they knew. Sixty wolves who had been reading each other's emotional
