Zane and Mabel’s POV“You’re still here. I thought maybe I dreamed the mark.”I stretched slowly, feeling the pull across my shoulders. The sheets were tangled, cool against my skin. My neck—the mark was a faint, beautiful ache, a proof I couldn’t deny. My wolf was a solid, quiet presence inside me, no longer just a ghost or a weapon, but a partner.I opened my eyes. Zane was awake, watching me.“You’re wrong, Luna,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. He leaned in and kissed the base of my throat, right over the mark. “That brand is real. And so are you.”A massive wave of pure joy hit me, sharp and clean, synchronized perfectly with his breathing. I realized I was feeling his emotion. The pack’s mind-link was a constant, low hum, a soft bass line beneath my consciousness. I could hear them: the warriors on patrol, the cooks in the kitchen, the slow rhyt
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