Bound in Silver Flames
Silver fire, coiled and pressing, urging him toward her, insisting she was already part of him in ways he could not name.
He shook his head slightly, forcing his wolf back into restraint, though it whimpered softly, restless, impatient, aware of every thread connecting him to her. Control, he reminded himself again. We wait. We observe. Not yet.
Yet even as he squared his shoulders and began to move toward the first set of Summit sessions, he knew one undeniable truth: Eira Thornwind had touched him in ways he had never anticipated. Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them.
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