Lycan's Mate
Breath to breath.
His hand rested on the curve of her hip. Her fingers brushed his jaw.
Neither spoke for a long time.
Because nothing needed to be said.
Their souls had already spoken.
They were mated.
Bound.
Forever.
*Edge of Silver Fang Territory*
The wind howled across the mountains. The trees stood like silent sentinels, cloaked in frost.
Then, a flicker.
A shadow darted between trunks. Paws pounded into the snow. A wolf, lean and fast, bleeding from a gash at its flank, emerged from the edge of the trees. Its breath came in ragged huffs, each exhale leaving a trail of steam.
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