🔑 Bonus POV
The First Full Moon
Kane
Every wolf remembers the first full moon they spent choosing not to run. Mine, I spent on her porch, human and shaking, terrified she would finally see the thing I become.
She opened the door. She looked at the whole of me — teeth and shadow and all — and she did not step back.
"Stay," she said. One word. And the animal in me, which has never obeyed anything, lay down at her feet like it had been waiting its whole life to be asked.
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