THE BOND ECHOES
362 Words
Mira awoke in her bed, drenched in sweat.
Her heart thudded wildly, but not from fear—from connection. Something had changed. Something inside her was no longer silent.
The memory of last night flickered behind her eyes: the glowing runes, Elias’s silver eyes, the burning in her chest, the way he said—
“You weren’t supposed to be mine.”
She touched her sternum gently. Her skin was normal. No marks. But beneath it, something pulsed—quiet, constant.
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Meanwhile, in the East Wing
Elias stood shirtless in front of the mirror, his breathing uneven. His reflection looked the same—but his control felt fractured. His wolf stirred beneath his skin like an untamed storm.
He remembered the feel of her near him.
The way the moonlight answered her.
The bond—real, alive.
"Fated," he muttered, almost with disbelief. "Of all people… it had to be her."
The door creaked open. Kael entered, eyes sharp.
"You felt it, didn’t you?"
Elias didn’t answer.
"She’s awakening," Kael said. "The longer you deny it, the harder it’ll get—for both of you."
Elias turned, fists clenched. "She’s just a servant."
"She’s your mate," Kael replied coolly. "And you’re the alpha heir. Pretend all you want, Elias, but fate doesn’t care about your pride."
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In the library, Mira scanned old books like a girl possessed. She didn’t know what she was looking for—only that it had to do with the silver light, with wolves, with him.
Then she found it.
A dusty leather-bound journal with no title. She flipped it open to a page marked by a single white feather.
> “The moon does not choose foolishly. When the bond awakens, the soul hears its echo. And in that echo lies the truth of who they are—and who they must become.”
Mira’s hands trembled.
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Back in her room that night
As the clock struck midnight, a whisper curled through her window with the wind.
Not a voice—but a howl.
And Mira, for the first time in her life, understood it.
She clutched her chest.
"What am I becoming?"
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