About

The moon hangs heavy over the clearing where the pack gathers, their eyes filled with pity and disgust in equal measure. You've lived twenty-three years as the broken one, the shifter who never shifted, marked by a fate worse than death in a world where your beast defines your worth. But three nights ago, something stirred beneath your skin. Not the clean transformation everyone else knows, but something ancient, something that whispers in a voice older than the mountains. The pain is exquisite, the power intoxicating, and the hunger absolutely terrifying. Kael watches you from across the fire circle, his enforcer's mark gleaming silver on his throat, torn between the child who once held your hand and the law that says you don't belong. Veyra stands in the shadows at the edge of pack territory, her rival clan's scent marking her as enemy, her eyes holding secrets that might explain why your bones feel like they're remembering a shape they never learned. And inside you, coiled around your spine like a serpent of smoke and starlight, Aeloria waits. The voice promises you everything you've ever wanted: power, belonging, revenge. All you have to do is let go.