Lucan’s POVThe cabin reeked of smoke, blood, and something darker.Something wrong.My wolf clawed under my skin, hackles raised. I scanned the wreckage, the splintered wall, the overturned lantern, the faint static in the air that made my teeth ache.And in the middle of it was Elara. Kneeling against the floor, shaking slightly and breathing fast and hard. And Kael, crouched before her like he belonged there, the fucker. His hands were on her face, and his forehead was pressed to hers. No.I froze. My heart lurched.The mark on her hand, the mark of the moon blessed, faintly glowed, even as it dimmed back into nothingness. Kael’s hand was covering it. His mark too was there, faint but undeniable.The moon goddess had burned it into his hand too, like another mating bond. Another sign that she could never be mine.The sight punched the air out of me.“What the fuck happened here?” My voice snapped through the cabin before I could swallow it down. My wolf surged forward, ready to tea
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