Bastián’s words hit harder than they should have.
“You fight like a Costallenos, not like a wandering wolf.”
I stood in the dark alcove with my blade at my side and my pulse still too loud from the dock fight. The salt wind moved through the gap beside us, carrying the smell of blood, seawater, and smoke from the broken crates behind the old wall. Everything in me still felt wired raw from the combat, every nerve open and hungry.
I kept my face still. “Maybe I learned from better wolves than you think.”
His eyes held mine in the dark.
The Bond shifted, it was not a pulse now but a pull. Low at first, then deeper, like something in my chest had found a hook and didn’t want to let go. The adrenaline from the fight still ran hot through my veins, and the connection between us seemed to d
