My Adopted Sister is My Mate
For a heartbeat, there is no ground, no moon, no Silas, only the silver heat of the bond and the weight of the girl I’ve nearly died to save.
When my paws hit solid earth again, the air is cold and smells of cedar and old magic. The Mating Mountain is gone. The screaming of the pack is a distant memory.
I shift back, my human skin hitting the forest floor, and immediately pull Avara into my arms. We are miles away, hidden in the heart of the coven’s sanctuary, where no Vane warrior can follow.
She is shaking, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
"I have you," I whisper, my voice raw and trembling as I brush a strand of hair from her scarred, beautiful face. "I have you, Avara. You’re free.
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