Kieran's POV,
The full moon glowed like a silver coin in the night sky with its light pouring through my chamber’s open window, bathing the stone floor in a soft sheen. In the past, full moon nights never failed to set my blood on fire. Those nights were one of the best moments of my life, which I had liked to enjoy all alone.
I would shift under its strong pull, my wolf tearing through the forest with its claws ripping into the damp earth for hours. Finally, my jaws would end up snapping at a deer or hare’s throat, the gush of warm blood and chase pulsing a jolting shock through my veins. Those hunts used to be my freedom, a raw celebration of my power as Alpha.
But tonight, the moon’s call felt way too weak in my blood, stirring nothing but a hollow ache in my chest. Mira’s death had
