Ragnar POV
The full moon hung heavy and bright above Silver Crest's territory, its silver light bathing the training grounds where I retreated to escape the suffocating grief that had settled permanently throughout the Alpha Residence.
My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, the moon's presence amplifying an agitation that had grown difficult to control over recent weeks. I stood alone in the empty grounds, staring toward the northern mountains barely visible against the star-scattered horizon, that same persistent, inexplicable pull tugging insistently beneath my ribs.
‘Closer,’ my wolf urged. ‘She's there. Feel it.’
"We've discussed this," I said to the empty grounds, speaking aloud to my own restless wolf had become an unfortunately regular occurrence throughout recent months. "Ki
