Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The forest was quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that waits for a storm. This silence pulsed, breathed, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
The girl opened her eyes to dappled light cutting through the canopy above. Leaves whispered in a language she didn’t understand. Not yet. But something inside her stirred at the cadence of it—like recognition without memory. Her fingers curled into the moss beneath her, and the earth welcomed her back as though she’d never left.
She didn’t know her name.
She didn’t know why her skin hummed with heat or why every shadow made her flinch.
But when she closed her eyes, she saw him.
A man of silver and flame. Of anguish and devotion.
She didn’t know his name either.
But she knew he mattered.
She knew he would f
