Aria’s POV
The night smelled of pine, earth, and the lingering smoke of the torches lining the path. Running together beneath the full moon should have felt like the start of a hunt, the rhythm of paws striking soil in unison, the pack’s howls weaving into a hymn for the Goddess. But tonight was different.
This run wasn’t about blood or prey. It was about us.
The pack flowed around Klaus and me as we ran side by side, my wolf brushing against his in constant reassurance. The silver light bathed his golden coat, and I couldn’t look away. Even after everything—the battle, the vows, the binding—I still couldn’t believe he was here, alive, breathing, running with me. The tether between us tugged with every stride, a silent reminder that he was mine and I was his.
When the trees parted, the
