The First Blow Of A Coming WarKale's POV The night weighed differently now…heavier, thicker, as though the moon itself sensed that the balance of power in the clearing was about to shift. The tension that had hovered between Ronan and me did not ease; it condensed, hardened into something sharp enough to draw blood. Even the wind seemed to retreat, holding its breath in expectation.Serena’s hold on Lyla tightened. My daughter’s eyes were wide, shimmering like two small moons, reflecting every ounce of pressure thickening around us. She clung to her mother, yet her gaze….gods bless that child…never left me. There was trust there, pure and absolute, trust that I could not, would not, fail her.I inhaled slowly, letting that trust fill my lungs and steel my spine.Ronan shifted again. A fraction of a move, barely perceptible to the untrained eye, but to me it was a scream. His wolf was inching toward the surface. His aura pulsed with agitation…rage, desperation, and a hunger to reclai
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