(Kieran POV)
The change began at sunset, bones liquefying and reshaping themselves with the familiar agony I'd learned to welcome after twenty-seven years. Pain meant transformation, and transformation meant freedom from the careful control that defined my human existence.
Under the full moon's silver scrutiny, my wolf form stretched muscles that had been cramped by human limitations all month. Four legs carried me through the forest with liquid grace, every sense heightened to supernatural clarity that made the world explode with information I'd been blind to in my weaker form.
The pack ran beside me—seventeen wolves who'd chosen to share my curse rather than face the world alone. Their scents painted stories in the night air: Marcus's youth and barely contained aggression, Finn's weat
