We sat down to eat. The table was a beautiful mess of voices. My parents were talking to Ma and Pa about the best way to plant mountain crops. Chase was telling Marco stories and Isabella was showing Kimberly how she could make the candles flicker with her mind.
I sat at the head of the table, with Astor on my right. I looked at the faces around me. These were the people who had seen me at my weakest. They had seen me run. They had seen me cry. And they had seen me become the White Wolf.
Astor stood up, holding his glass of wine. The room went silent. He looked at everyone, his gaze finally landing on me. His eyes were full of a love that was so deep it felt like an ocean.
"I want to thank you all for being here," Astor said. His voice was steady and strong. "We have been through a lot
