The full moon. A night for werewolves. A night for mystery—and probably pain.

But most of all, the night I had been waiting for.

I had to confront Elias with my decision not to be a part of his winter born crusade against the wolves.

I wasn’t like him. I didn’t want power, I didn’t want to use my shadows, I just wanted to be accepted, and I had that. I wasn’t about to throw it away.

And if I was being honest about it, the humans had treated me much worse than the wolves ever had.

Sure they had taken my virginity for some blood moon ritual, but technically...