SERAPHINA’S POV
The hours slipped by almost without my noticing.
One conversation melted effortlessly into another, dances became stories around the fire, and stories gave way to shared laughter as the stars slowly wheeled overhead.
Before I realized how late it had become, the full moon had climbed to the very center of the sky.
Then, somewhere beyond the bonfires, a deep horn echoed across the pack grounds.
Its solemn note rolled through the forest, and almost instantly, the celebration quieted. Conversations faded, dancers drifted apart, and every wolf turned toward the northern tree line.
Excitement swept through the clearing, quiet but contagious, spreading from wolf to wolf until it seemed to pulse through the air.
The pack run.
Kieran's gaze met mine, a smile tugging at his lips as he offered me his hand.
“Shall we?”
My pulse quickened as I took his hand.
