at the edge of the Shadowfang stronghold, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the vast, moonlit valley below. It had been days

thought gnawed at her, a restless whisper in the back of her mind. He shou

t terri

the wounded, reinforcing their borders. There were no celebrations, no relief. Only quiet grief, exhaustion, and an unspok

r footsteps pulled h

she didn't have

gainst the storm in her chest. The mate bond hummed softly

," he said, voice roug

a deep slow bre

unsurprised. He crossed his arms, golden eyes

m like a curse. She had never cared for destiny. She had spe

wouldn'

When he finally spoke, his voice was

d to him sha

ecy isn't just a myth. The Lunaris bloodline was meant for som

she took a deep breat

believes your bloodline is powerful enough to dest

one, we don't know who..

wn she was different. But this? This was

hy he had tried to claim her. He hadn't wanted to use her pow

t pounding. Ronan shifted closer, h

aid quietly. "We both know th

answers. If we don't understand what this prophecy real

en eyes searching hers. "Yo

story of werewolves," she said. "If the prophe

jaw. "It's dangerous. If Magnus hasn'

rdened. "Then we

wn on her. She could feel his hesitation, his worry. She knew he hated this, hated the

she hesitated. He stretched his hands towards her like he could hear her thoughts and w

d, shaking his head.

elief passing through her. But it didn't bri

t again, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm.

feeling the steady, unwav

eant

oice quieter this

phecy, the looming war-none of it mattered. Just the t

ight toward something