AIDEN’S POV
Instead, I turned toward the woods. The trees loomed in the distance, a dark, silent haven. My feet moved on their own, each step feeding the restless energy surging through me. The forest had always been a refuge—a place where I could think, or stop thinking altogether.
The shift came naturally, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf took over. It was a relief to let him loose, to feel the raw strength in my limbs as I tore through the underbrush. The pounding of my paws on the earth echoed the relentless beat of anger in my chest. The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp soil, but even that couldn’t cut through the fire burning inside me.
She’s ours, my wolf snarled in the back of my mind, his fury a mirror of my own. She’s our Luna.
But she wasn’t. Not anymore.
