MOONBOUND OATH
“Always.”
He pulled me close again, forehead resting against mine, wolf and human hearts aligned. “Always,” he echoed.
The city was still scarred. The wounds ran deep. But beneath the rising moon, amidst the smoke and ash, a new dawn was stirring. And in that fragile, burning light, I understood something I hadn’t dared to feel for years: I had a place, a purpose, and someone I could trust to survive with me.
Somewhere beyond the city, distant packs stirred. Eyes watched us. Calculations were being made. Challenges would come. But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war.
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