The night of the full moon came, and the pack gathered in silence near a lake shore at the Wolf House. Torches were placed around the lake shore, bathing the place in a soft, flickering light. Serena, accompanied by Nathan, stepped into a circle of collected stones that was considered a sacred space. Her heart beat fast with excitement and nervousness. She felt the many eyes on her, their gazes difficult to read. Those rigid, opinionless faces in the crowd gave her a pang of uncertainty. She knew that without her wolf, she could not feel the collective mind of the pack, which isolated her even more.

"It's okay," Nathan...