The fortress slept—or it tried to.Moonlight spilled across the stones, pale and silver, but the shadows beneath the battlements seemed alive. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, sensing danger—but also something else, something I couldn't name until Ronan appeared at my side."You should not be wandering alone," he murmured, voice low, rough. His hand brushed mine, lingering, warm, possessive."I felt restless," I admitted. My pulse throbbed—not fear, not entirely—but something deeper. The bond pulsed urgently, responding to his nearness, to the hidden desire that simmered beneath the surface.Ronan's golden gaze roamed over me, sharp, assessing, and yet tinged with something almost tender. "The Purge may strike," he warned, though his body pressed subtly closer, the scent of him filling my senses, setting my wolf ablaze.I shivered, instinct and desire warring inside me. The ritual, the bond, the power coursing through me—all of it coiled tight like a spring ready to snap."R
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