The night after the procession, sleep refused to come.
I lay in my old bed — the one that once felt like home staring at the ceiling while golden threads of Kael’s power wove through my veins like liquid fire. Every heartbeat synced with his. Every breath carried the faint taste of shadow and ancient blood.
You’re restless, Little Moon, Kael murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble that curled around my spine. Come to me in your dreams. Let me ease you.
I almost gave in. The pull was getting harder to resist. The bond wasn’t just strength anymore. It was hunger. Craving.
A dangerous addiction that made my skin burn and my wolf — his wolf — pace restlessly inside me.
But something felt… off.
A faint whisper lingered at the edge of my mind. Not Kael’s. Something colder. Older. Watch
