Moonbound
Fear, adrenaline, desire—they swirled together in a frenzy of feeling she couldn’t name but never wanted to lose.
Then a sound ripped through the night. Not a howl.
A growl.
A deep, guttural snarl that rolled across the treetops and made the ground beneath them quiver. It was ancient, alien, and wrong.
The entire pack froze.
Kael’s head snapped toward the sound, his expression shifting from battle-ready to grim. “It’s the Shadowborn,” he said, voice barely above a breath. The weight in his tone turned Leora’s blood to ice. “The enemy that hunts us from the darkness itself.”
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