Kalilah’s POV

“The Blind Wolf graces me with her presence,” Mara teased as I stepped into the tent.

I sent her a withered look through the cloth wrapped around my head. “Really?”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes beneath the cloth, but a ghost of a smile did appear on my face.

It was crazy that I was here, standing here with Mara and experiencing a sense of happiness.

A year had passed since I fled Portland after losing my brother and nearly dying. There were nights when I would wake up and my wolf had taken over, dragging me out of bed and trying to drag me...