(Catherine POV)
The music shifted as midnight approached, becoming something older and more primal than the folk songs that had filled the earlier hours. Drums joined the pipes and strings, their rhythm matching the pulse that seemed to emanate from the earth itself. Around the courtyard, pack members moved with increasing fluidity, their careful human facades beginning to slip as the moon's influence grew stronger.
I stood at the edge of the celebration, nursing wine that tasted of summer nights and wild honey, watching transformations that were subtle but unmistakable. Eyes that reflected torchlight too brightly. Smiles that revealed teeth just slightly too sharp. Laughter that carried harmonics no human throat should have been able to produce.
This was what Kieran had wanted me to se
