ALPHA ASHVIN
Watching her run beside me was like watching the moon come alive.
Every stride she took, every breath she pulled into her lungs, was wild and unrestrained, the kind of freedom I had only ever seen in dreams. Her wolf, Eira, glowed against the almost dark night, a streak of silver-white cutting through the darkness, and I swear the earth itself bent to her presence.
Zen felt it too. My wolf pushed closer, matching her pace, our paws beating in rhythm. We didn’t speak, we didn’t need to. The bond between us pulsed with heat and understanding, raw and alive.
Eira howled, the sound echoing like music across the forest, and Zen’s answering howl rose to meet hers, deep, commanding, but filled with something softer too.
Mine.
The word wasn’t spoken aloud, but it vibrated throug
