Dante’s povHer wolf nose touched mine. She looked at me with intelligence shining through. No confusion, no fear. She stepped closer, pressing against me. I felt calm, safe, sure.“You feel it too, right?” I whispered.She nodded. “Yes… all of it.”I pressed closer. “You are my mate. Not by chance, not by someone’s plan. By fate. By the moon. You are mine.”Her wolf head tilted. “I am yours,” she said, voice soft but steady.We stood side by side under the full moon. Below us, the pack slept. The land stretched wide, peaceful. The wind rustled over rocks. Nothing mattered but us.“This is… perfect,” she whispered.“It is perfect,” I said. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. You are everything I’ve needed.”“Even when I was scared?”“Yes,” I said. “Even when you were scared. You belong here. With me. Always.”She pressed closer. I pressed back. The world below us, the pack, the enemies, the problems… all gone. There was only her, only us.I nuzzled her neck. A deep rumble started
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