Ashbound Moon
The pack gathered in rings, the air thick with anticipation and wolf-scent—pine, musk, smoke, metal.
Kieran stood at the center.
He looked like the kind of man the world makes stories about: tall, broad-shouldered, midnight hair, a scar slicing through one eyebrow like a signature. His eyes were steel-blue, but tonight they were darker—storm-heavy.
Beside him, Alpha Rowan Vale watched with a careful expression. Not proud. Not relieved.
Careful.
And that was the second warning the world tried to give me.
I ignored it.
The priest lifted a silver bowl of Moonwater. “Let the bond be revealed,” he announced.
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