The full moon hung low and bloated in the ink-black sky, its silver light spilling across the frost-kissed ridge like molten mercury. It called to me, a siren song that tugged at the deepest recesses of my soul, awakening something primal and fierce within. My skin itched unbearably, as if a thousand invisible needles pricked at every pore, urging me to shed my human form and embrace the beast that had slumbered inside me for so long. Victor stood beside me on the ancient standing stones, his presence a grounding force amid the chaos brewing in my veins. His gold eyes locked onto mine, filled with a potent mix of pride, concern, and unbridled desire.
We had come here alone, away from the pack's watchful gazes, to the sacred circle where generations of Blackthorn wolves had undergone their
