The forest grew denser and more ancient with every step Ivory took, the well-trodden paths of Blood Moon territory giving way to wild, untamed undergrowth. Towering pines and twisted oaks formed a canopy so thick that the moonlight barely pierced through, casting fragmented silver beams across the moss-covered earth like scattered shards of glass. The air was cooler here, heavier with the scent of damp soil, decaying leaves, and something older—something primal and untamed. Each stride sent a lingering throb through her chest, the phantom pain of the severed mate bond refusing to fade completely. It burned like a brand against her heart, a cruel reminder of Keith’s cold dismissal. Yet Ivory kept her breathing steady, her posture regal. She would not allow the agony to define her.Her wolf stirred deep within, pacing with restless energy. For years, Ivory had kept that part of herself leashed, suppressing her true scent, her overwhelming strength, and the ancient power that marked her
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