Kiera’s POV
The night was quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant call of an owl. The moon hung high in the sky, its light piercing through the branches of the forest like a shard of silver. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the pack lands so quiet. Before there were always guards walking around, or omegas tending to something. But now, it’s just stillness, like the land has been abandoned. I hear someone approaching me and turn around quickly.
Macie.
I hadn't seen her in months—hadn't even dared to imagine what she'd been through since I left. The pack had fallen apart, Dawson had ruled with cruelty, and I... I had abandoned her. I never thought I’d see her again. But here I was.
And then, there she was.
She stepped into the clearing, her dark hair falling in soft wa
