Zia’s POV
Moros. Massive, towering, and cloaked in a thick coat as dark as pitch. Even under the dark sky, he looks absolute- a force of nature standing right in front of me. The air, electric, moves invisibly but unmistakably, raising every hair along my spine, and the space between Moros and me feels charged, humming with a force older than time.
Everything within me tingles and my heartbeat stutters, then pounds harder as his scent floods my senses.
The recognition rolls through my body in a powerful wave, starting somewhere deep in my chest and spreading to the tips of my claws. Every instinct I possess surges toward him at once, not asking permission, not waiting for reason.
Mate.
The word doesn't feel like a thought, but like truth.
A vibration runs through me, desperate to clo
