The full moon was positioned low in the night, its pull unmistakable by an otherworldly silver glow cast upon the lands of the pack to awaken deep and primeval things in each wolf, further fortifying bonds and the very instincts. For Liam though tonight was different. The heavy tides of the call pulsed against his skin for the first time and together with Ayla by his side, he had never been bolder.
He looked down at Ayla, her cheeks flushed, her breathing fast and shallow, standing so close against him.
"You feel it, too, don't you?" he breathed, eyes glinting with intention. "The pull, the connection between us?"
Ayla paled, lowering her head in admission as she could not refuse that. The bond which made Liam hold her within his arms was so powerful; it grew stronger with every
