Mated to the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack
Moana didn't wait for Kaelen to clear the path or help her down; she vaulted over the wooden siding, her boots sinking knee-deep into the white drift before she lunged toward the wooden stairs leading up to the catwalk.
"Your commands don't mean anything to a Luna who holds the founding seal, Eldrick!" she panted as she reached the top platform, her breath forming thick, white clouds between us in the freezing air. She stopped inches from me, her small frame dwarfed by my coat, but her presence was immense. Without a hint of hesitation, she reached out and grabbed my bare wrist, completely ignoring the painful blue spark of spiritual rejection that snapped between our skin as our mismatched
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