The Wolf Who Shouldn’t Love
The beast snarled, snapping at the air, unable to reach them as they moved as one.
“You are… unstoppable,” Thalen murmured, voice husky, lips brushing her temple in a fleeting, forbidden kiss. “And utterly… mine, even in the shadows.”
Aella’s breath hitched, heat pooling dangerously low, but she drew on the Heartwood’s energy, sending tendrils of silver light to disarm the creature. Together, they subdued it, the danger neutralized, yet the tension between them remained, electric and smoldering.
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