Xavier's POV
For a moment, I am almost speechless, struggling to comprehend what is happening inside my own wolf after the words he sends my way. A fierce possessiveness floods through us, spreading beneath Moros’s fur like a wave of heat, every instinct in him narrowing until there is only one undeniable certainty.
Prancing eagerly, he communicates to me. 'Mate. Luna. Mine.'
Simple yet powerful words reverberate through me, jolting my eyes wide before a strange heaviness settles over them. Moros’s claws dig into the earth, his entire body straining, every muscle urging him forward. I have to fight for control, forcing him to stay put, despite every instinct demanding that he cross into the trees.
'We cannot cross that boundary.' I remind him. 'If rogues are out there, we're in trouble
