MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON
And maybe something beginning to feel dangerously like love.
A distant howl shattered the moment. Both of us froze. Another answered. And another. Auren appeared at the edge of camp, face pale. “The monsters are moving.” The warmth vanished. Reality returned. The Blood Moon was still coming. The First Wolf was still missing. And somewhere in the darkness, something ancient had started hunting. But as Kael’s hand found mine again, holding tight as we stared into the night, I realized one thing: Whatever came next, I wouldn’t face it alone.