Fated Moon Wolves
A heavy, pulsing golden cord that suddenly went taut, linking my frantic heartbeat to the steady, predatory rhythm of his.
We hit the forest floor with a thud that rattled my teeth. Moss and dirt sprayed into the air, and for a second, the world went gray. I groaned, trying to push away, but Silas’s grip didn't loosen. He he held me flush to his chest. His breathing is slowing, like I was the one claiming him down. His long silver hair is a curtain that lay draped across the moss and dirt. His eyes weren't just black; They were endless, reflecting a version of me I didn't recognize—a woman who looked like she belonged exactly where she was.