Bound

BoundEvandraThe chamber shook around me, shadows crawling like serpents up the walls. The Mirror’s pulse hammered in my skull, each throb pulling at the strings of my bond until I thought they would snap.And Vera—her smile was wild, stretched thin, eyes bloodshot with hunger.“It’s mine now,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, too shrill, too eager. “All this power, centuries of domination, bound in glass. No wolf, no goddess will stop me.”The Mirror gleamed brighter, answering her greed. Its surface rippled like water, and in that ripple I saw faces—my mates, my unborn children, myself. A thousand selves: cruel, twisted, bleeding, laughing.Vera stepped closer, her fingers splayed. The air around her shimmered, bending inward. She wasn’t just touching it—she was pulling herself into it.“Stop!” My voice was raw, but the command rang with Luna steel. “Vera, you don’t understand. It doesn’t give—it takes. It’s not feeding you, it’s swallowing you whole.”She only laughed. “Better to

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Reshape the Future

Reshape the FutureThe Crescent moon hung high and silver, bathing the packlands in soft light. Crescent wolves had worked tirelessly to rebuild what the attack had broken, and now their labor bore fruit. Lanterns lined the pathways, flowers draped over carved stone arches, and wolves in their finest stood shoulder to shoulder, their voices hushed with awe.Because tonight wasn’t just a wedding. It was rebirth.And I—Evandra, Luna to four—stood in the heart of Crescent’s great hall, my gown trailing like liquid light across the polished floor. The gown was stitched in white silk with threads of gold and green, Crescent colors woven together with pieces from every pack I now called my own. On my wrists glimmered bracelets gifted from Melting Moon and Pine Wood. Around my neck hung a pendant of amber and silver, a Crescent heirloom Balor had placed there himself.The music hushed. My heart thundered.At the far end of the hall, Balor waited. He looked impossibly strong, broad shoulders

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Epilogue-Bound in Blood

Epilogue-Bound in BloodThe storm had passed hours ago, but the scent of rain still curled along the eaves of Crescent’s infirmary, clean and cool, like the world itself had drawn a breath and let it out. Night pressed its face to the windows, jeweled with lingering drops. Inside, lanterns burned low and golden, throwing a soft halo over the bed where I lay—damp hair at my temples, cheeks flushed, the heat of life still singing in my veins.I had done it.We had done it.Four small bundles lay in a cradle pulled close to my side, tucked in blankets the color of each pack’s crest—pine-green, night-black, hammered copper, and winter white. Four steady heartbeats, four new scents threading the air like ribbons of light. They had arrived in a rush of pain and wonder, of teeth grit and hands held, of prayers murmured to the Moon and promises pressed into skin. And now, in the quiet afterward, I watched them breathe.The first little Alpha slept beneath the copper blanket, a spill of downy

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Bound

Reshape the Future

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