Bloodhound Moon
“She’s Moon-marked. Dangerous. Unpredictable. And she’s…”
“You’ve already tested that,” Ronan interrupted. His eyes met mine, and I felt the bond tighten. The familiar surge of energy between us—protector, partner, something more—grounded me.
My wolf purred inside me, content and eager. Use it.
I nodded subtly.
The pack was watching, hidden in the shadows of the yard and balconies. I could feel their eyes on me, measuring, judging, waiting. Whispers began almost immediately: Moon-marked… unstoppable… she’s different.
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