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Chapter Fifteen
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2025-07-20 17:19:18Nathan
Nathan sat on the edge of his bed, the stolen wolfskin book heavy in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried.
The words burned behind his eyelids:
Fated bonds transcend species. A wolf may recognize his mate in any form—witch, vampire, even human.
The bond is not magic, but instinct. A pull deeper than blood, older than reason.
To deny it is to fracture the soul.
His fingers traced the jagged illustration of a wolf and witch standing beneath a full moon, their shadows entwined.
Rita.
His first thought was to go to her. To tell her everything. But how?
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NathanNathan sat on the edge of his bed, the stolen wolfskin book heavy in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried.The words burned behind his eyelids:Fated bonds transcend species. A wolf may recognize his mate in any form—witch, vampire, even human.The bond is not magic, but instinct. A pull deeper than blood, older than reason.To deny it is to fracture the soul.His fingers traced the jagged illustration of a wolf and witch standing beneath a full moon, their shadows entwined.Rita.His first thought was to go to her. To tell her everything. But how?
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