Chapter 41
The night air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of pine and wet earth. Every rustle in the trees, every whisper of wind, sent my wolf coiling beneath my skin. I could feel it—the alpha had arrived, and with him, an army of shadows. Dastien’s grip on my hand was steady, grounding, but even he looked tense, eyes scanning the perimeter, ears attuned to every movement, every shift in the shadows. “We’re not alone,” he murmured, voice low, almost a growl. Golden light flickered faintly around his form, aura tightening as he shifted closer to me. His fingers brushed against my own, and despite the fear, the danger, the wolf’s frantic energy, a heat sparked through me that had nothing to do with battle. “I know,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly despite the wolf’s urging me to
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