Bella gripped the edge of Lena’s bathroom sink, her knuckles white as another wave of nausea subsided. The faint glow at her collarbone had faded, but the echo of it lingered like a whisper from her dormant wolf. Mating bond resonance. The healer’s words refused to leave her mind.
She splashed cold water on her face and stared at her reflection. At twenty-nine, she had spent years molding herself into the perfect Luna—graceful, loyal, invisible. Now that mask was cracking, and something ancient stirred beneath her skin. Something that felt dangerously like hope… or a curse.
Her phone buzzed on the counter. It was the Healer Prime again.
“Luna Isabella, the resonance is strengthening. We compared it against archived samples. It matches Alpha Damien’s lunar signature far too closely for c
