†Noca's POV†
"You need to bring the boy to your chambers. You can't keep chasing him away. The moon goddess granted you a Nivara because she knew you needed balance to contain yourself."
I turned and found Ariadne already in the chambers. It was late and deep into the night yet she was here, as always, on full moons. My skin was fluttering. One moment smooth, the next prickling with fur. Fur that threatened to break free, fur of the wolf clawing at me with violent hunger.
No one in the pack had ever faced this. No one else had a wolf that disobeyed, one that trashed and clawed at them under the full moon, desperate for blood, desperate for monstrosity.
And this was what separated our hybrid bloodline from every other pack beyond the North. We were the ones who could control. We were the ones who could shift without frenzy. We were the ones who could keep our wolves caged, even under the full moon. Everyone could, except me. Me, the one hiding this truth from my council.
