The Vigil of the Bound Spirits had ended, but the manor’s magic lingered. Guests were now moving toward the Grand Hall for the Wolf’s Gathering — a late-night assembly where powerful Alphas and noble lords from neighboring territories were formally introduced during the solstice. It was a tradition as old as the manor itself: a display of strength, alliances, and subtle courtship under the watchful eyes of the Bound Spirits.
Elara walked beside Lyra, her white vigil robe now covered by a heavier silver cloak. Yet nothing could hide the constant evidence of her sins. Kaelen’s thick c*m from the cavern alcove still leaked slowly from her swollen, well-used p***y, creating warm, sticky trails down her inner thighs with every step.
Lyra’s arm remained locked tightly around hers. “I remember
