Rox POV

The warm water cascades over my body, washing away the tension of the morning. I stand beneath the shower, letting the steam wrap around me like a comforting embrace.

“I’m really getting old,” I mutter to myself with a small smile, twisting my black wavy hair into a loose bun.

A few curls escape, framing my face as droplets glisten against my caramel skin. My honey-colored eyes, catch the rising steam in the mirror as I step out, wrapping myself in a towel. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little vain.

After a quick glance at my wardrobe, I choose a forest-green blouse and black trousers, professional yet flattering. Sneakers go on for the short walk to the pack house, though my heels wait in my bag for when I get there. A swipe of light makeup, a once-over in the mirror, and I’m ready—at least, outwardly.

In the kitchen, I blend a smoothie of fresh fruits and greens, sipping it while gazing out at the serene forest surrounding my little home. For the first time in years, I feel a sense of belonging.

My name is Rox Kenway, and I am a Volana wolf—a descendant of the Moon Goddess and the rarest of my kind.

Growing up, being “different” was anything but easy. Losing my family to rogue attacks and bouncing through orphanages and foster homes left scars I’ve worked hard to hide. At 28, I’ve finally found a place to call home in Eirindral. My work as an event planner has earned me respect, and I’ve clawed my way toward a life of stability and purpose.

As I step into the forest on my way to the pack house, surrounded by the beauty of nature, a familiar doubt creeps in.