Storm At The Threshold

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The rain hadn’t let up in three days. For once, there were no crises, no council meetings, no patrol reports needing immediate attention. Celeste stood in the main hall beside the wide window, watching Luna pad silently through the trees beyond. Her wolf had been tense lately, prowling at the edges of the estate as if anticipating a storm that hadn’t arrived. Celeste wrapped her arms around herself. She and Hunter had come so far. They laughed together, worked side by side, supported each other. Their bond crackled with potential, but it was still unmarked. Still unclaimed in the way that mattered most in the eyes of the pack and in the eyes of anyone looking for weakness. Celeste wasn’t afraid of claiming him. She just didn’t want to do it because they had to or because someone else f

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