The Wolfless Luna
His bite burned—flesh and soul alike.
Zaiya gasped as their bond locked into place. Her wolf stirred, answering the call. She returned the bite, marking his shoulder.
A burst of silver light exploded between them, their souls woven together in an unbreakable thread. The pack howled, celebrating the union.
But then the atmosphere shifted.
Crack.
A loud snap cut through the forest.
Then another.
Then chaos.
Screams. Smoke. Blood.
Figures cloaked in black stormed the clearing—humans, armed with weapons unlike anything the Lycans had faced. Silver bullets tore through the air. Warriors fell before they could shift.