The Haven Of Shadows
I stumble back a breath, eyes wide.
“Luna,” they whisper. A collective chorus in my mind, Koa, Darian, Lysander, Elysia, Esme, Selene, and Jandro, so strong, so steady, anchoring the storm. “Luna.” I blink, heart hammering. My instincts scream, this is impossible. The mindlink, reserved for werewolves. Exclusive, sacred. And yet here, standing before me, I can hear them. Feel them. All of them. The pack. And the Luna, the human at the center of it, is the bridge.
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