His Rejected Mate's Secret
(Delph’s POV)
Dawn came slow and pale, brushing the treetops with silver before the sun dared to rise. The road northward stretched like a promise and a warning, winding through shadowed forests that smelled of rain and decay. Each step was measured, deliberate, the packs of Moonfall fighters behind me were restless but loyal, their trust earned, not given. I rode at the lead, the bond to Afnan a subtle thrum beneath my chest, guiding me through the mist.