LUNAR VEIL
She could taste herself in ways she had never imagined.
Evelyn’s eyes met his, wide, fierce, and burning. She was shaking, trembling, terrified of the fire that consumed her and yet exhilarated her all at once. The urge to act, to bite, to claim, to kiss—mixed with the instinct to strike and destroy—flooded her senses.
Rowan’s voice cut through the haze, calm but firm: “The lunar triad is coming. Control it, or lose yourself.”
Evelyn swallowed hard, the cabin spinning, her senses screaming in overload. Her mark flared, her wolf howling silently beneath her skin, tethered to Kael, to the forest, to the full moon rising unseen but inevitable.
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