The Blood Moon’s Whisper
The walk back to the pack’s territory should have taken fifteen minutes.
It took Kael and Nara nearly an hour.
Not because of the distance—but because every step shifted the air around Nara.
Every heartbeat released another pulse of silver light beneath her skin.
Kael never loosened his hold on her arm.
He walked beside her like a shadow made of muscle, rage, and fear.
His fear wasn’t for himself.
It was for her.
Once they crossed the boundary stones and the familiar scent of their pack washed over them, Kael finally spoke.
“Nara… we need to talk to Elder Varin.”
Nara swallowed. Her head still throbbed from the fragments of memories that had torn through her mind.
“No,” she whispered.
Kael blinked. “No?”
She shook her head again, still dizzy. “If the
