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Chapter 25 - Ash and Moonstone

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Tyler moved silently along the tree line, the cool wind stirring his hair and brushing leaves across his boots. He wasn’t in wolf form—hadn’t shifted all night. Part of him had wanted to run. But another part, the heavier one in his chest, just didn’t have the energy anymore.

He paused at a ridge that overlooked the edge of the vampire encampment, leaning against a crooked birch tree. His eyes tracked nothing in particular. The light inside him—his connection to his previous mate—had died months ago. She had never truly been his. A lie wrapped in a cruel illusion.

And he’d been angry ever since.

Bitter.

Wounded.

Alone.

A crunch of leaves behind him made him stiffen, muscles coiling. He didn’t bother turning around. “You’re late for patrol, if that’s what you’re here for.”

A soft voice replied, unfamiliar but warm. “Not late. Just quiet. Like you.&rdquo

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