Ravyn woke to warmth.
Not just Grayson’s steady wolf heat pressed along her spine or Cassian’s cool hand still folded through hers. It was the warmth under her skin—the new triple knot glowing faintly at her collarbone, pulsing in time with two bonds that no longer fought each other. For the first time since the crescent had appeared, she didn’t feel split down the center. She felt…assembled. Whole.
Grayson stirred first. His voice came rough with sleep. “So it wasn’t a dream.”
Ravyn turned enough to see the gray of his eyes in the dim light. “No. It was real.”
Cassian pushed up on one elbow, the candle-stub on the table catching gold in his irises. “More than real,” he said, voice low. “It’s done.”
Ravyn touched the mark. It no longer burned—it answered. “I never wanted to hurt you,”
