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held out to me, I didn't hesitate for a second

ht to my scalp, making my heart skip a beat. Conor's slate-blue eyes darkened, his g

bsidian tray carved with ancient pack totems, with

cross his own palm without blinking. Dark red blood welled up instantly. He ha

palm, and drew it across my skin. A sharp sting made m

s fingers tightly through mine so our

my arms, and my knees went so weak that I would have collapsed right onto the altar if Conor's iron arm hadn't snapped around my waist to hold me up. An overwhelming sense of peace and wholeness

itual gifted by the Moon Goddess-the scent, the physical surge, the soul

barely restrained primal hunger. Even as his Alpha healing factor already began closing the cut on his palm whil

fierce tension crackling between us wit

Moon Goddess, the Bl

the sanctuary, a primal chorus of submiss

ief from his breast pocket, wrapping it around my bleeding pa

ment on, you

ly voice brushe

e regret toda

ng in my chest and curved my lip

. I promise I will

rm as we moved through the hall. Carie approache

essive tricks, climbing to the t

ightly against hers

re family now, I look forward to y

Yet halfway through the reception, I noticed Conor's complexion turning pale. An abnormal flush crept around the

triggered the backlash of his old silver wound, I cove

day. I'd like to accompany him ba

on immediate

le things here. Tak

out of the hall under hundreds of awe-struck gazes and stepped into the pr