The first breath of moonlight did not feel gentle.
It hit like a tidal wave.
One heartbeat I was standing in the cracked valley, my pulse raw and shaking, the titan looming above us like the skeleton of a fallen god. The next heartbeat a beam of silver roared out of the torn veil overhead, flooding the world in cold brilliance.
I gasped as it struck me. The light punched through my skin, straight into my ribs, straight into the mark Jax had burned into me months ago when everything had still been small and human. My knees almost buckled.
Then everything shifted.
The moonlight poured over the rocks, the ruins, the shattered bones and forgotten altars. Every wolf around the valley lifted their heads at the same time. A collective inhale quivered through the pack, as if every one of them
