POV: LunaThat night, Liam found me on the roof."We need to talk," he said. Not requesting. Demanding."About?""About Caleb. About your distraction. About what's happening between you two.""Nothing's happening.""Luna. I can feel it through the mate bond. The pull. The recognition. The certainty that he's someone. Something. Important. More than a friend. More than an ally. Something that threatens us.""He doesn't threaten us.""Doesn't he? When you look at him, I feel your confusion. Your conflict. Your certainty that you know him. Love him. Need him. How is that not threatening?"Through the mate bond, I felt his fear. His jealousy. His absolute terror of losing me."I don't understand it either," I admitted. "The pull toward Caleb. The recognition. The certainty. My instincts say he's Miguel. My heart says he's important. My mind says it's impossible. I'm torn between three certainties that can't coexist.""And what about us? Our bond? Our love? Where does that fit in this impo
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