Luna
The healing ward felt colder without Kane. Each morning, I found myself reaching across our weakened bond, searching for traces of his presence despite the council's dampening magic. The mistletoe helped, but distance made even that connection feel thin and fragile.
"Please," I whispered to the moon each night, standing at my window. "Keep him safe. Guide him back to us." I mumbled.
My hand drifted to my stomach, where our pup grew stronger each day. Moon stirred restlessly within me, sharing my worry.
Mate strong, she insisted. Mate fight. We fight too.
Kyla noticed my distraction during the morning inventory. "You're counting those bandages for the third time," she pointed out gently.
I sighed, setting them aside. "Sorry. I just..."
"Miss him?" She squeezed my shoulder. "Of c
