The night was too still.
Even the wind seemed afraid to move beneath the moon’s gaze.
I could feel her watching.
Cold, Silent and Furious.
Ronan’s oath had broken something ancient, something that had never been defied.
And now, the Moon Mother was coming.
We stood in the ruins of the sacred clearing, where he had sworn himself to me just hours before. The air shimmered faintly with the remnants of his vow, threads of silver light twisting through the dark like living veins.
He stood tall, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on the horizon. The Alpha’s strength radiated off him, steady and unyielding.
But beneath it, I could feel his fear.
Not for himself.
For me.
“Do you feel it?” I whispered.
He nodded once. “She’s angry.”
A chill ran through the forest. The trees groaned as frost
