The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery glow washing over the clearing. The tension from the night’s events began to settle, replaced by an almost tangible hum of energy between Devon and Chanel as they stood together in their wolf forms. For the first time, they were truly connected—not just through their mate bond but through the primal link shared between their wolves.
Chanel’s wolf, Ava, prowled gracefully around Devon, her glowing white fur shimmering under the moonlight. She exuded an air of calm confidence, her movements deliberate and measured.
“He’s strong,” Ava’s voice purred in Chanel’s mind, silky and self-assured. “ And delicious.”
“Of course, he’s strong. He’s Devon,” Chanel replied, though her tone was tinged with curiosity.
“No,” Ava corrected. “I mean Blaze.”
Chane
