Moonbound to a Human
It was the possessive kind.
"Good. Ours."
I let out a slow breath and tilted my head, my voice dropping into something quieter, something that carried both a warning and a promise.
"Be careful what you wish for, baby girl. Sometimes nightmares are real..."
My words came out low, meant only for her, but they carried deep inside me. I felt Nero stir again, not with playful heat this time, but with something sharper. Alert. Listening. The kind of readiness that made my blood run hot.