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A low warm awareness at the edge of everything, their collective ease like a hum I could sense without looking for it. "You can feel the pack," Dane said at lunch. "Is that normal," I said. "For a Luna," he said. "You are bonded to all of them now. Not just me." I sat with that. The girl who came here to disappear. Bonded to a whole territory. I laughed and he looked at me with that open curious expression. "What," he said. "Just the distance," I said. "Between who I was when I got here and today." "Not that far," he said.

I am standing where the Moon abandoned you. Rage surges up, hot and uncontrollable. “She didn’t abandon me. She punished me.” For loving too deeply? His voice sharpens slightly. For wanting what should have been yours? My breath stutters. “That bond was never meant for me,” I snap, though the words taste like ash. “She made that clear.” The Unbound circles me slowly. Did she? Or did she simply choose what preserved her balance? I whirl to face him. “Don’t twist this.”

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I wanted to move, but my body was rooted to the spot, as if the truth he’d just dropped had nailed me into the earth. I already knew it, didn’t I? I’d lived through the Binding Trial. I’d felt the magic weave itself between me and all three of them, Riven, Thorne, and Kael. I’d stood there as the pack gasped and whispered, as if I’d turned into some kind of anomaly overnight. And I’d shared myself with each of them. Once. Twice. Enough for the bond to deepen, enough for a life to spark inside me, a life I couldn’t keep.

She feels the darkness lift as her eyes adjust to the light, her eyes widening. “Don’t even try it. You’re bound to this room; no witch can cast spells in here.” Willow looks at Camille shocked as she holds up the grimoire Willow’s been dedicating so much time to. “It took me what, a few seconds to link myself to the book? As soon as I did that I knew where it was and how to get it. I’ll leave you with these two lovely vampires now; you have a lot to discuss.” Turning she walks out, Willow staring at Dan and the other guy, their loud laughter booming around the room.

Bound to me by every luxury and every promise I’ve ever made. The thought of her walking into that new office tomorrow, stepping out into the world as a CEO, sent a jolt of possessiveness through me that bordered on pain. I would let her have it, I would give her the empire she wanted but I would also be the one standing at the gates. I would be the one vetting every person who dared to look at her, every hand that dared to reach for hers. She was a Moretti by blood, a Montclair by law, but she was mine by right.

Matteo Moretti’s gaze nearly brought Catalina to her knees. His words echoed in her mind, each phrase sinking like stones into a bottomless well: You shall pay for your father’s sins. Though her whole body shook, she forced herself to breathe, to stay calm. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, but there was nowhere to go. The doors had closed behind her, trapping her in this gilded prison under the watchful eye of the man ruling this empire of shadows.

It was Quinn’s book. I raised my head sharply, and saw a figure cut across a corner. I picked up the book and instantly followed the figure. Quinn was most likely in trouble. “Go back Freya, go back!” Quinn screamed as I stepped into an abandoned old building. “Quinn!” I yelled on top of my voice. I rushed towards him but was immediately pulled back by a strong hand that threatened to dislocate my arm from my shoulder. The food I held in my hand dropped, and the contents soiled by earth.

*** LILA I found myself lost in contemplation, gazing at the dusty journal, my fingers hovering above it, unsure if I should proceed to open a window into my brother Markus' soul or not. Markus, my brother, had undoubtedly caused harm not only to his intended victims but also to me. With a hesitant resolve, I opened the journal, my eyes closing momentarily in a silent prayer. The first page revealed his name intertwined with Olivia's, bound by a sketch of a paperclip symbolising their union, and beneath it, the words: 'Bound Together Forever,' were penned down.

I flinch at the sound of her voice, the ache I didn’t know I still carried cracking in my chest. She softens. “I came,” she whispers, stepping forward and holding the book between us, “because the time for pretending is over.” I take the book from her, it's heavier than it looks. “This belonged to your mother,” she says. “She started it the moment she knew she was carrying you both. It’s her magic, her binding, her warnings… and her hopes for you and your brother.” My fingers tighten around the cover. “You told me once that you didn’t know what she used her powers to bind, other than our wolves. But she bound me entirely.”