The morning after the full moon ritual dawned clear and quiet, but there was an unease lingering in the air that Lily couldn’t shake. She felt stronger, yes, and more in control of her magic, but a sense of something unfinished lingered, as if a piece of the puzzle was still missing. She knew the Shadow’s threat was far from over, but what if he wasn’t the only one after her power?
As she walked through the estate with Eric by her side, she noticed a shift in the way the pack members looked at her. There was a mix of respect and something else—something like caution or even fear. Her newfound control over the magic had given her an aura of power, and she could sense the pack responding to it.
Later that morning, Esme pulled her aside, her face lined with concern. “Lily, there’s something
