Wolf and Blades: Moonbound Blood
Nyxara gasps and staggers, one hand flying to her side to mirror mine, her fingers pressing hard as if she can hold the sensation in place while she looks at me with eyes that are clear and confused, and I understand before she does—the bond misfires.
I finish the rogue on reflex, driving my blade up under its jaw until the body slackens and the pressure eases. The echo lingers, stretched thin between us, and I scan her immediately, her arms, her throat, anywhere the seal might have burned hotter.
“You’re not hurt,” I say, and she shakes her head.
“No. I just—” She stops, breath uneven. “That wasn’t mine.”
“No,” I say, stepping closer before I think about it, the space between us already go