The Wolfless Luna
Seraphina stirred beneath an unfamiliar weight. The blanket was thick and soft—far too luxurious for someone like her. A soft exhale left her lips as her body shifted, tangled in warmth.
In her dream, the night air smelled like blooming jasmine and wild rain. Moonlight poured over a garden straight out of a forgotten realm, casting shadows across the soft petals and dewy grass. There, he stood—tall, massive, radiant in the silver glow. A Lycan.