Claimed By The Lycan King
My arm circled her waist, drawing her closer, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of our robes.
We lay in comfortable silence, the crackle of the fire and the distant hooting of an owl the only sounds disturbing the mountain peace. My hand traced lazy patterns across Emma's arm, feeling the slight shiver my touch produced despite the fire's warmth.
Suddenly, she gasped, pointing upward. "Theo—a shooting star! Quick, make a wish."
I followed her gaze to where a streak of silver light arced across the black canvas of night, brilliant and ephemeral. Closing my eyes, I formed my wish with silent intensity: *Let us find each other again, fully and completely. Let the bond reform as strong