Chase’s POV
The clearing waited under the rising moon like it had been carved just for tonight.
We’d chosen the same spot where I’d first taught them to breathe with their wolves—soft pine needles, the creek murmuring low, torches planted at the edges to keep the darkness friendly. No betas tonight. No pack audience. Just us: me, Amelia, and the three pups who were no longer just pups.
The moon cleared the treetops at 7:42 p.m.—full, fat, silver-white. The air turned electric. I felt it in my own bones first: the familiar pull, the itch under my skin, the wolf rising eager and calm.
The triplets felt it too.
They stood in a loose semicircle on the blankets Amelia had spread—barefoot, in loose pajamas, eyes already shimmering silver. Jaden bounced on his toes, fists clenched with excit
