Rogue King (Elias) POV
I saw her.
Even now, I could not get the image of her out of my head. It clung to my thoughts like a shadow I could not outrun, haunting and intoxicating at the same time.
My wolf would not settle.
It paced restlessly beneath my skin, agitated in a way I had never experienced before. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t the usual thirst for dominance or control.
It was something far more dangerous.
It was calling to her.
The pull was undeniable, sharp and relentless, just as the witch had said it would be. I could still feel it, even from this distance, like an invisible thread binding me to her existence.
The Moon Born.
The one whispered about in prophecy.
The one destined to be stronger and faster than any wolf alive.
The one said to be my end.
A slow breath left
