The second-to-last day before the full moon dawned cold and gray, the sky heavy with clouds that promised rain. Arianna woke in Maya's room feeling restless, her wolf pacing beneath her skin with an urgency that made it hard to breathe.

*Today,* Lily insisted. *We shift today.*

*You don't know that,* Arianna cautioned, though hope fluttered in her chest.

*I know.* There was absolute certainty in her wolf's voice. *I can feel it. We're ready.*

Maya was already awake, pulling on her servant's uniform with practiced efficiency. She glanced over at Arianna and froze.

"Your eyes," she breathed.

"What about them?"

"They're—they're amber. Not just flecks anymore. Fully amber."

Arianna...