KIERAN’S POV
As soon as Sera completed her Shift, I let go of the last threads of restraint. My own transformation swept through me, a grounding wave that sharpened the world and brought Ashar surging to the surface.
He went utterly still as soon as his eyes landed on Sera's wolf. She stood at the heart of the clearing, moonlight gliding across her fur as if it recognized her, claimed her.
Ashar had waited a long time for this moment, and I could feel his awe like a held note reverberating through my bones.
‘Silver,’ he breathed.
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.
Silver wolves were rare.
The kind of rare that faded into stories and half-remembered legends, never solid records. Enigmas whispered about in hushed tones, if they were spoken of at all.
