Bound by the moon
My fingers itched, and when I spread my palms, light flared faintly from beneath the skin, threading between the lines of my veins.
I froze. “Thorne”
“I see it,” he murmured, voice low. His wolf stirred in his eyes, proud and protective. “Don’t fight it.”
But my first instinct was always to hide, to smother what I didn’t understand. The power surged, restless, pressing against the walls of my body like it was too large for me to contain. I clenched my fists, forcing the glow back down. My chest heaved.
“Cael,” Siora’s voice cut through the air. The seer stood at the shrine, her robe trailing like shadow, her gaze a calm sea against my storm.
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