The Luna He Lost
“It has to start with me.”
I stepped barefoot into the circle.
The wind stirred immediately, a low moan that rustled the dry leaves around us. The pendant at my chest warmed. My wolves stood in silence—Killian, Cassian, Elara, Aric, Tess, and at least thirty more gathered in a wide ring beyond the bone circle. All watching. All waiting.
I lifted the dagger and sliced my palm cleanly.
The blood dripped into the basin, and the obsidian hissed.
“I call the bond,” I said, voice steady. “Not as Luna. Not as mate. But as Alpha by fire, by death, by resurrection. I bind myself to the wolves of Moonbound. Any who answer the call—step forward.”