VULCAN Vulcan stared down at Paula. The fresh, jagged mark on her shoulder was still bleeding slightly, a bright crimson contrast against her pale skin. He couldn’t look away. For the first time in his entire life, his chest felt too tight for his ribs. A wild rush of emotions slammed into him all at once, pride, relief, anger, and an overwhelming, possessive hunger. Just an hour ago, he had been standing by the edge of the sacred lake, his heart in his throat. Then, he saw her. Paula, dragging her battered body through the grass toward him. She had been covered in blood, coughing, and weak, but she crawled back to him. “If she is your true Luna, Alpha, she will make it to the ceremony tonight, no matter what,” the old rite keeper’s voice echoed in Vulcan's head. A dark, triumphant smile touched Vulcan’s lips. The old man was right. She is his true Luna. When Paula had first collapsed at the lake, his heart had nearly stopped. The deep, jagged holes in her flesh looked exactly lik
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