The full moon hung heavy and bright in the night sky, calling to every wolf in the region. Alex Jr. felt it in his blood—a wild, restless energy that mixed perfectly with the constant pull toward Elara. After the tension of pack politics, they had agreed to meet secretly for a run. Neutral territory, just the two of them under the moon.
He waited at the edge of the forest, heart pounding. When Elara emerged from the trees, his breath caught. She wore simple running shorts and a tank top that clung to her curves. Moonlight silvered her dark hair, making her look almost ethereal. Strong, beautiful, and his.
“Ready?” she asked, a small smile breaking through the wariness that had lingered since her father’s warning.
“Always,” he replied.
They shifted together. Bones cracked and reformed,
