Moonbound”
The skies had changed.
For the first time in years, the moon rose clear and radiant—no shadows clinging to its silver glow, no crimson hue tainting its light. The curse that had gripped the land, haunting the forests, bending fate into bitterness, was beginning to dissolve.
But deep in the heart of the pack lands, beneath the old willow tree where the Alphas once swore their oaths, Caleb and Rowan stood alone, hand in hand, unaware that the world was holding its breath.
They were the eye of a storm long settled.
And what stirred between them now wasn’t rage or grief, but something quieter. Deeper. Sacred.
Their bond—once fractured by fear, rejection, betrayal—now pulsed steady and bright between them.
“I feel it,” Rowan said, voice hushed.
“So do I,” Caleb murmured, star
