INICIAR SESIÓNANGELA’S POVWe ran deeper into the heart of his land. Our land. And as we did, I began to feel them. Not just smell them. Feel them. Like points of warmth on a dark map, scattered at first, then gathering, flowing toward a single destination. The pack. Their curiosity, their hope, their cautious excitement buzzed at the very edge of my awareness, a low hum through the mate bond. It was overwhelming, but it was not hostile. It was expectant.We broke through a final line of trees into a vast, natural amphitheater. The Gathering Stone, a massive slab of dark rock that looked as though it had been dropped by giants, stood in the center, lit by the rising moon.And around it, waiting in a sea of fur and watchful eyes, was the Shadow Moon Pack.Hundreds of wolves. Maybe thousands. They were utterly silent. Every head was turned toward the entrance, toward us. The weight of their collective gaze was a physical pressure. My steps faltered for a single heartbeat.A deep, rumbling growl sound
ANGELA’S POVThe rest of the day moved in a strange, slow motion. It was all ordinary things: coffee, showers, the quiet clatter of making lunch together at the island. But everything felt underlined now, somehow highlighted. Every time our hands brushed, every shared glance across the counter, was a silent reminder. Tomorrow night.The nerves were there, a low buzz in the background, but they were mostly drowned out by Aaron’s steady presence and by the warm, humming certainty of the bond. He was giving me space to just be, to get used to the idea, which was its own kind of gift.In the afternoon, I found myself standing at the window in his study. It was our study now, I guess. I stared out at the pack lands stretching toward the tree line, at the distant figures moving between the cabins. His pack members. Soon to be mine as well. My people. A shiver ran through me, half fear and half something like awe.I had been in this position before, Luna of the Crimson Pack, but I never real
ANGELA’S POVI’m running.Not from anything. Just because I can. Because it’s a night made for running. The forest is silver, every leaf edged in frost that glitters. My paws are huge and white, and they barely touch the ground. The air is cold. It smells like pine, like snow, like Aaron.He’s beside me, a massive black wolf with eyes the exact green of the waking world. We move together, shoulder to shoulder, breath for breath, like we’ve been doing this for a thousand years. The bond between us is a living ribbon wrapped tight around both our hearts. It hums. The joy is so fierce it almost hurts.We break into a clearing. Ancient oaks ring it. The moon hangs low and swollen, so bright the snow looks blue. Aaron skids to a halt. He shifts mid-stride, rising naked and perfect in the light. I follow. I laugh as the shift ripples over me, warm like water.He catches me before my feet touch the ground. His arms crush me to his chest. The snow is cold under my bare toes, but his skin is f
AARON’S POVWhen she was dry, I scooped her up again. She weighed nothing. I carried her back to bed and tugged my favorite soft black T-shirt over her head. It swallowed her whole, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the collar slipping off one creamy shoulder. She lifted the fabric to her face and breathed in, her eyes fluttering shut.“Smells like you,” she whispered, sleepy and content.I swallowed hard. “Want you always wearing me.”I tucked her into the center of the bed, pulled the covers up, and brushed damp curls from her forehead. Her stomach growled loud enough to echo. She laughed, her cheeks pink.“What does my girl want?” I asked, grinning.“Something warm. Carby. Cheesy,” she said, biting her lip like she was asking for the world.“Grilled cheese and tomato soup? Extra-sharp cheddar, sourdough?”Her eyes went huge and shining. “Yes. Please.”I kissed her slow, tasting myself on her tongue. “Stay here. I’ll bring it to you.”She caught my wrist. “Aaron?”“Yeah, baby?”“I love yo
AARON’S POVI couldn’t stop touching her. My hands kept moving, almost on their own, as though if I let go for even a second she might vanish. We had just come apart together, first on the couch, then down on the floor, bodies slick and shaking, the bond flaring so bright it left spots behind my eyes. But it still wasn’t enough.I needed more of her skin against mine, needed the steady thump of her heart under my palm, proof that this was real. That she was mine.Angela was sprawled across my chest, warm and limp, her breath tickling the hollow of my throat in soft, uneven puffs. Every time she shifted, even just a little, those lazy circles her fingers drew over my ribs sent heat licking down my spine. My wolf was curled up in the back of my head, smug and drowsy, but the man in me... God, I was nowhere near done with her.I brushed my lips over the damp hair at the top of her head. “Come here, love.”She made this sleepy little sound, half protest, when I sat up, but it turned into
ANGELA’S POVHis arms came around me and everything just stopped. The day, the noise in my head, the insane truth that he was a king and I was here with him; all of it melted away. There was only the heat of his chest against my cheek, the slow, certain thud of his heart, and the way my body fit into his like I had always belonged there.My wolf sighed inside me, a low, rolling purr that started somewhere behind my ribs and spread outward until my whole chest vibrated with it. Home. Mate. Finally. She had never been this quiet, this content. It felt like sinking into warm water after carrying ice in my veins for years.Then the purr changed. It deepened, turned greedy. A tug low in my belly, sharp and liquid, slid down between my thighs and made me shift against him without meaning to. I felt myself get wet, instantly, embarrassingly wet, and my breath caught because I knew he felt it too, through the bond, through the way his arms tightened just a fraction.God, she was impatient. Sh







