THE MOON’S CALL
The morning light spilled across the riverbank, soft and golden, touching every leaf and blade of grass with warmth. But Elara barely noticed. Her gaze was fixed on Kael, who sat just a few feet away, the sunlight glinting off his storm-gray eyes, making them seem almost alive with energy she had never seen before. The quiet of the world wrapped around them, holding them in a fragile bubble, yet underneath it all, she could feel the hum of the bond pulsing faintly, threading through her veins, tethering her to him.
She shifted slightly, almost without thinking, drawing closer. The scent of pine and fresh water clung to him, grounding her, making her chest tighten with a strange mixture of comfort and something far more urgent. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of his
