Beneath the Silver Moon
My wolf presses against the bond, wanting, aching.
“Caleb…”
He leans in, close enough to feel his breath. One more inch—
A branch cracks.
We jump apart.
Lydia stands in the trees, human again, pale as frost, blood a necklace on her collarbone. Her smile is soft, sharp.
“This was only the beginning,” she purrs. “Next time, she won’t walk away.” She melts into the shadows, leaving prophecy in her wake.
Clouds swallow the moon and it hits me:
Power costs. Surviving isn’t the same as being safe. Today, I won by a thread.
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