Kaelen's POV
My wolf spirit never wasted a chance to joke at my expense.
"Shut it, Ignis!" I snapped.
I could still clearly remember her crashing into my arms. That mix of softness and strength was unreal.
What hit me harder was the way her fingers tightened for just a second without meaning to.
I wasn't made of stone. I was a grown male werewolf in my prime.
Every part of me wanted to mark her, claim her, and pull her fully into my scent.
But I couldn't.
Bloodmoon Curse ran cold and deep in my bloodline.
Until it was broken, any deeper bond could drag her into a darkness she might never escape.
Ignis stretched out his words, enjoying my struggle, "So, are you just going to tough it out? Like a rock sitting on top of a fire?"
I ignored him and tried to focus on the battle report
