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Their bodies slapped together, tattoos blazing, mind-link sharing climax as they came undone, cries echoing in the glade. They collapsed, entwined, the moonlight soothing, bond unbreakable.

"The Architects were the ones who sold the tickets, but the Reader is the one who bought the dream. You cannot be unmapped from a heart that has already claimed you." She gestured toward the horizon, where the mountains were beginning to "shift." It wasn't a deletion. It was a "zoom." The world was becoming more detailed, the textures of the stone and the scents of the forest becoming more intense. The "Unmapped" North was being prepared for a new chapter. "The Reader is waiting for a 'Yes'," Seraphina warned. "And in the Gallery of the First Moon, a 'No' is just a different kind of tragedy."

The moon was not full tonight, but the waxing gibbous moon pulled strongly on both Bjorn and Chelsea. Bjorn felt antsy, unable to sit still and pacing the cottage’s main sitting room. His muscles twitched, blood bouncing through his veins, in need of an energy release. He felt like going for a run, a fast run. Chelsea was a whole different matter. Her normally long, flowing dark curls were wild as if she hadn’t brushed her hair in a week. But she was panting like a dog, as if she was unable to catch her breath.

It didn't mean anything. The house was dark and quiet, but I couldn't bring myself to go inside. I felt trapped. Worse, a strange, bubbling restlessness was brewing deep within my blood. I looked up at the sky. A massive, luminous full moon hung overhead, casting a silver, ethereal glow over the forest. Because I was an unbonded, unmated wolf who hadn’t been claimed or consummated, the full moon didn't just bring the urge to shift—it brought a primal, agonizing wave of heat. A sudden, frantic pull struck me so hard my knees buckled.

The time had come to face it and accept it. I stood in Kingston’s vast library, the ancient tome open before me on the heavy wooden table, the golden moon emblem on the page glowing faintly. My fingers trembled as I read the words aloud again, as if saying them too many times would make them more believable: “The Moon’s Daughter shall rise with the moon’s divine light in her blood to bring unity in her name. Only beside her true mate shall the veil lift, and the scattered packs of humans, hybrids, and wolves shall stand as one beneath her light and the great Moon.”

A new message glowed on the screen from the same unknown-but-known number. ELLE: The bond you want is older than the packs and more rare. Three threads, one knot. If you all still wish it, meet me at first light. Bring nothing but truth. The Moon will do the rest. A shiver ran through me that wasn’t fear. The words felt like a door swinging wider. “What does it say?” Zander asked, leaning in until his shoulder pressed mine. I read it aloud. Rowan’s eyes met mine over the phone’s glow, the green gone deep river-dark. “First light, then.”

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

Let the idea root. Then something shifted. Cold. Ancient. It brushed across my senses. Not the warm thread tying me to Kael. Something older. Higher. I lifted my eyes. Daylight stretched wide and clear. And yet... The Moon hung there. Visible. Pale. Wrong. A murmur spread. “That… should not be possible.” The light dimmed, not like a cloud passing… …but like something enormous blinked. Once. Twice. The Moon flickered. Every wolf felt it.

How blood itself could carry power from one generation to the next. As I read the words began to shimmer. Faint silver light rose from the page and my fingertips where they touched paper grew warm. I jerked my hand back and the light faded. My heart hammered. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed but the library remained empty and quiet. Slowly I touched the page again. The silver light returned brighter this time, It did not hurt but it felt strange. Like static electricity dancing across my skin, the words began to glow as if highlighted by invisible hands.

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