Tiara’s POV
The full moon hung high, illuminating the village of ForestHowl with a silver glow. The air was thick with excitement, an almost electric energy pulsing through the gathered crowd.
I stood at the edge, watching silently as warriors prepared for the sacred hunt.
Nicholas had insisted I come.
I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t a hunter. I wasn’t even one of them.
Yet, here I was, standing among a pack that wasn’t mine, watching as the strongest prepared to prove themselves under the full moon.
Laughter and chatter filled the night, wolves greeting each other, stretching their limbs, rolling their shoulders in preparation.
Some of the women were watching the men closely, their eyes filled with admiration.
I pretended not to notice.
Nicholas stood at the center of it all, exudin
