Wolves Of The Hexa Bond
Amarok exhaled, dragging a palm over his face.
Later That Night
Dusk had fully claimed the island, and the Crent Festival lit up like fireflies in a summer storm. Bonfires blazed. Laughter echoed across the open fields. Groups gathered under glowing lanterns, singing and dancing, drunk on ale and moonlight.
Taylor and Vera had found themselves surrounded by werewolves from the Nightshade Pack. Someone handed them drinks. They were dancing now, twirling, laughing, losing their minds in the moment.
Tara sat a little apart, legs crossed, watching them. Her arms were folded, but her eyes held something warmer. She didn't dance. But she was here for them. And that was enough.
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