Sunlight streamed through the cabin windows, warm and golden, chasing away the last shadows of the full moon night.
Elena woke slowly, cocooned in heat and the rich, comforting scent of her mate.
Luke’s strong arm was draped possessively over her waist, his chest pressed firmly against her back.
The fresh claiming bite on her neck tingled with a pleasant warmth, a constant reminder of what they had shared under the moonlight.
She shifted slightly and felt the bond pulse between them — a living silver thread connecting their hearts. Through it, she sensed Luke’s steady breathing, his deep contentment, and the quiet vigilance that never fully left him.
Luke stirred, pressing a slow kiss to the mark on her neck. “Good morning, my Luna,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep.
Elena turne
