Moonlit ice, A wolf's fated mate
I can feel her through the bond, her fear sharp but her strength growing.
India’s eyes flash, and the second figure Khas, the Vultures’ captain steps forward, his slicked-back hair gleaming. “You sure about that, Roman?” he says, his grey eyes cold. “Because she smells like family to me.”
My blood runs cold. Family? Lee's connection to Khas Imogen’s brother hits like a punch. Before I can respond, India lunges, a blade glinting in her hand. I dodge, my wolf taking over, but a sharp pain sears my side. Wolfsbane. My vision blurs, and Leera’s scream cuts through the night as I stumble, the world tilting. India’s laughter echoes, and Khan's voice is a low murmur, too faint to catch. The last th
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