Chloe's POV 

The bonfire cracked and popped, sending sparks shooting up into the night sky like tiny fireworks.

Music moved through the clearing, deep drums mixed with howling vocals that made my wolf itch under my skin. I should’ve been having the time of my life. Instead I stood there clutching my drink, watching everything happen around me like I was stuck behind glass.

Dad had already disappeared into Alpha mode. He stood near the big oak with a bunch of elders and visiting pack leaders, all serious faces and low voices. Every few minutes someone new clapped him on the shoulder or leaned in to talk strategy. He looked...