The night air was crisp as Kara stood on the balcony outside her room, the sounds of the dance fading behind her. The crescent moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest that bordered the school. A familiar restlessness itched under her skin—a warning she had ignored too many times.
It was coming.
Her wolf was closer to the surface now than it had been in weeks, and she felt its hunger, its rage, as a dull roar in the back of her mind. Rox's words haunted her: You won't make it out here. A wolf won't survive without a pack.
But what if the pack didn't want her? What if she was too broken, too lost to ever be part of something greater than herself?
Kara sighed, her breath curling in the cold night. The knock at her door startled her, and she turned quickly, heart pounding. Rox stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his expression unreadable.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.
