His Luna, His Regret
The night was unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
Lunaria stood at the heart of the valley, barefoot against the cool earth, eyes lifted to the full moon hanging heavy in the sky. Its silver glow poured down like liquid light, bathing the land, the wolves, and her very soul. The Moon’s energy was stronger tonight—ancient, insistent, and unmistakably deliberate.
Her wolf stirred deeply, no longer restless, but reverent.
Tonight changes everything.
Kael felt it too. He stood a few steps behind her, Alpha instincts screaming that something monumental was unfolding. The air was thick with power, pressing against his chest, humming beneath his skin.
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