The moon hung high, a watchful witness to the night unfolding behind the glass doors of the royal chambers.
Inside, the world was still.
Heiko and River stood in the center of the room, caught in the silent aftermath of words that had shattered every wall between them. The confession still echoed in the air, their hearts still drumming with vulnerability and truth.
And then — motion.
Heiko’s hand slid to the back of River’s neck, his fingers threading through her hair, and his mouth met hers again — not soft this time, but full of heat, need, and a rawness born of everything they had endured. Their wolves stirred instantly, roused by the energy flowing between their skin.
Tempest rumbled in River’s mind, her voice elated.
“Yes... let it happen. This is what we were made for.”
And in
