Ember Frost's POV.
It didn’t take long for my body to reclaim itself. At eighteen, something in me was shifting—my wolf waking from sleep—and what would have ended a mere human only bruised me. I healed in weeks, proof that I was no longer helpless.
The revelation hit me like a storm: I’d never been a mere human. For eighteen years, I lived in ignorance, blind to the wolf curled inside me. Confusion clawed at me, but life pushed me forward. Owen’s rejection faded to the background—what consumed me was the coming shift, the moment when I’d finally embraced the wolf I was meant to be.
My parents stood by me every step, especially my mother. She fussed over me like I was a baby, teaching me everything I needed to know to step into adulthood. Truth be told, I was already grown and had lear
