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Chapter 12: First SparksThe next three days were a fever dream.Rowan was everywhere and nowhere. He appeared at dawn to run with me (slow at first, then faster, pushing until my lungs burned and my legs screamed and something inside me started to answer). He taught me how to breathe through the ache, how to listen for the wolf pacing under my skin instead of fighting her.Victor watched every second.He never left us alone. If Rowan got within three feet of me, Victor’s growl vibrated the air. If Rowan’s hand brushed my elbow to correct my stance, Victor’s eyes flashed gold so bright I felt the heat.Rowan never flinched. Just gave that half-smile and kept teaching.By the second night the moon was swollen and silver, hanging low like it wanted to drag the wolf out of me by force. My skin itched constantly. My teeth ached. Every smell was too sharp, every sound too loud.I couldn’t sleep.At 2 a.m. I slipped out of bed, leaving Victor sprawled on his stomach, one arm still reachin

Chapter 14: Revealing ScarsThe lodge was quiet at dawn, the kind of quiet that only exists right before the world wakes up and remembers how to hurt.I stood on the back porch in one of Victor’s flannel shirts, barefoot, coffee cooling in my hands. The mating mark on my neck still throbbed—pleasantly now, like a secret only Victor and I knew. My wolf stretched under my skin, content but alert. She could taste the coming storm on the wind.Victor came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, chin resting on my head.“You’re thinking too loud, Luna,” he murmured.I leaned back into his warmth. “Just wondering how many more people have to bleed before this ends.”He turned me gently, cupped my face. “As many as it takes to keep you safe.”I searched his eyes. “And you? Who keeps you safe?”His smile was soft, almost sad. “You do. Every time you breathe, every time you choose to stay, you keep me alive.”My throat tightened. I pressed my forehead to his chest.We stayed like that unti

Chapter 16: Emotional Healing BeginsWe didn’t go back to the lodge right away.Victor took a sharp turn onto a dirt road I’d never seen, the bike rumbling deep into the mountains until the trees parted and a small lake appeared, mirror-still under the late morning sun. No cabins. No roads. Just water, stone, and sky.He cut the engine.For a long moment we just sat there, my arms still around his waist, the adrenaline of the morning slowly draining out of us.Victor spoke first, voice low. “Come with me.”He led me down a narrow path to a flat rock that jutted over the water. Wildflowers grew in the cracks—tiny purple and white stars I’d never noticed before. He sat, pulled me down between his legs, and wrapped his arms around me from behind.We didn’t talk for a long time.I stared at the lake and let the quiet sink in. The mating bond hummed between us, warm and steady, but underneath it I could feel the storm still churning in him—rage, fear, pride, love, all tangled together.Eve

Chapter 18: Supernatural HintsThe moon was a week from full again, and my wolf was restless.She paced under my skin every night now, whining for the shift, for the hunt, for the wild. Victor felt it too—his eyes stayed gold more than human, his hands always on me, grounding me, keeping the beast from ripping out too early.We trained harder. Ran farther. Fought dirtier.Rowan’s lessons lived in my muscle memory: breathe into the pain, let the wolf rise instead of forcing her down. I could shift in a heartbeat now, faster than most born wolves in the pack. Victor watched every time with raw hunger, pride, and something darker—like he was terrified I’d outgrow the need for him.He proved that fear wrong every night.Tonight was no different.We’d come back from a midnight run, fur singed with frost, blood high from chasing deer through the high ridges. The second the bedroom door slammed, clothes were gone.Victor pinned me face-first against the window, the cold glass shocking my nip

Chapter 20: Bond DeepensThe winter gala was six weeks away, and I lived in two worlds now.By day: studio, mirrors, aching feet, music that lived in my bones. Madame drove us like a tyrant, but every correction she barked at me came with a glint of respect in her eyes. The other dancers had stopped whispering. They started copying my lines, my turns, the way I let the wolf bleed into every movement—powerful, feral, beautiful.By night: pack runs, strategy meetings, Victor’s mouth on every inch of me until I forgot my own name.The bond had turned molten. Some nights I woke to the feel of his teeth already on my mating mark, his cock sliding into me from behind before I was fully conscious. I’d arch back into him, half-asleep, moaning as he took me slow and deep, whispering mine, mate, forever against my skin until we both came in shuddering silence.Tonight was different.A storm rolled in from the north—thunder, lightning, wind that rattled the lodge windows. The pack stayed inside.