ASHAR’S POV
I had waited a long time for this moment.
Longer than Kieran ever realized.
From the first time I sensed her, buried deep beneath the cage of human skin and psychic shielding. Quiet. Watchful. Waiting. I had felt her like a secret cord beneath the noise of the world, steady and unresolved.
Yet nothing could have prepared me for this.
The moment Sera completed her Shift, the world snapped into focus with a recognition so profound it nearly brought me to my knees.
Silver.
She was not pale, not merely grey—she was silver in its purest form. Luminous, layered with a depth that seemed to shimmer from within.
The kind of rare silver that faded into stories and half-remembered legends, enigmas whispered about in hushed tones, if they were spoken of at all.
Most wolves would live and die without ever glimpsing one, and fewer still could say they’d stood under the same moon, drawn the same breath.
Kieran’s awe rippled through me, raw and unfiltered.
