Sienna's POV
The howl that split the night air was the first thing that truly reminded me of what I was.
Not just a fashion designer. Not just a single mother surviving in a human city until my life there was upturned. Not Xavier's reluctant, complicated, infuriating mate. But that I was a werewolf. And the moon above knew it even if I had spent six years trying to forget.
I stood at the edge of the wide clearing behind the estate, the grass cool and damp beneath my feet. The pack compound stretched around me, alive in a way it hadn't been all day. Torches lined the perimeter, their flames bending in the night wind. Bodies moved everywhere as pack members began shedding clothes, shifting mid-stride, bones cracking with the kind of ease that only came from years of practice. The sound of it was relaxing to ne after years of not shifting.
