Zane~
I've faced down beasts in the wild. I've survived assassination attempts and stared into the eyes of ancient monsters who whispered death like lullabies. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for this.
Natalie.
The moment she let go, the moment her body shimmered and shifted into that blinding storm of light and power, I forgot how to breathe.
Her transformation wasn't just a shift—it was a declaration. A resurrection.
And when she emerged, standing tall in that silver-white fur that drank in the light and scattered it like fireflies, the world stopped turning.
Gasps. Screams. Stunned silence.
Then, as if pulled by an invisible string, every single wolf and none wolf in that ballroom—Alphas, Betas, Elders, nobles, Vampires, Witches—fell to their knees.
Every. Last. One.
Including the king. My father.
Except me. I was too busy staring at her, clutching at my chest like the beat of my heart had skipped ahead of the music.
She wasn't wolfless.
She wasn't broken.
