Ara’s POV
I had a wolf?
That wasn’t possible.
No— that was impossible.
Werewolves shifted when they turned sixteen. Some were late bloomers, yes, but I had never, not once, heard of anyone shifting in their mid-twenties.
‘That’s exactly when I was meant to find you, Ara,’ she said gently. ‘On our twenty-fifth birthday. Happy birthday, by the way.’
My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know how to react. Should I feel joy that she was here? Rage that she had come so late? Grief that I’d spent so long believing I was wolfless?
I didn’t know what to feel. I didn’t know what to think.
‘We don’t have time for this,’ she said again. ‘We need to shift. We have to fight— for Luna Celestine. For Kade. For our pup.’
My heart lurched at the word, but there was no time to process it.
Shi
