The first time Ava Oakley felt the mark burn, she was alone. The Moon hung low above the forest canopy, spilling silver light through the twisted branches like strands of fate. Ava stood still beneath it, her breath ghosting in the cold air, hand pressed against her wrist where the skin pulsed with warmth. It had started again—just like it always did when he was near. Alpha Ashton Hawk. She didn’t need to see him to know he was close. The bond told her. It throbbed, alive and silent, just beneath her skin. Her magic stirred in response, restless, aching, demanding something she could never fully give. Not while he continued to deny her. She’d tried to dull the connection with meditation, herbs, distance. Nothing worked. Even now, his presence pricked at her senses like static before a storm. Ava swallowed the lump in her throat and turned back toward the packhouse. Her boots crunched across the frosted ground, the sounds swallowed by the heavy stillness of the
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