Avery’s POV
The Full Moon rose above Nightwolf for its first night. I heard a few excited howls as the younger pack members transformed and took off to the woods to enjoy their first-night revels.
More mature wolves would enjoy tomorrow night, taking the opportunity to indulge their wolf forms and reaffirm pack hierarchies and relationships.
The third night was traditionally the mating-moon, where those who were close to mating heat, or wanted to be, would take the opportunity to embrace their fertility and expand families, or just enjoy intimate moments with their mates.
And I would do… none of that.
My wolf never manifested.
I was just me.
I knew she was in there somewhere, but for whatever reason, I had never transformed.
So while they ran around under the full moon, feeli
