The Wolf Who Shouldn’t Love
he growled, voice low, intimate.
“Together,” she echoed, silver energy flaring brighter than ever. Roots leapt, vines coiled, and moonfire arced across the battlefield, driving the enemy back. Every touch of Thalen’s body shoulder to shoulder, arm brushing hers was a spark that made desire bloom even in the heart of combat.
Finally, with one coordinated strike, the wolf was contained, ensnared in silver light and twisting roots. The Red Fang forces fell back, disoriented and defeated, and the forest seemed to breathe again, alive and protective.
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