WOLVES OF WINTER MOON
The cloaked figure collapsed, but its silver eyes glinted, whispering one final, chilling truth:
“The Veil is only the beginning… and the Winter Wraith will not rest until the Ascendant is claimed.”
The room fell silent. Smoke curled along the walls, and every torch was extinguished. Lyra lay pressed against Rylan, trembling, hair and fur damp with sweat, Veil energy still humming between them.
Rylan’s lips found hers, slow, demanding, desperate—claiming her after the chaos, after the fire, after the darkness. She clung to him, Veil thrumming in response, raw power intertwining with raw desire. Every heartbeat, every pulse of energy, every shiver against his chest was alive with unspoken tru
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