Bound By Magic And Moonlight

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mething I cannot acknowledge. My breath catches in my throat as I instinctive

into my home is not just any werewolf, he is him. The dark brown wolf from the clearing

han I intend, laced with exhaustion. "I promise

steps towards me. My body tenses. He is huge, his presence overwhelming in

irm. "Why were you willing to break the curse for Zachar

was coming, but now that I am standing in

ers curling slightly at my sides.

dmit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I never rea

but he says noth

eve me. "I spent months searching for a loophole, searching for another way. Three months ago,

weight of my failure

it, my voice cracking slightly. "I ju

across his features. His eyes search mine

out?" he asks, his voice

wisting. Because the truth

as I meet his gaze. His green eyes are sharp, intense, like

laced with exhaustion. "I thought that by breaking the curse, I could pr

lly, but he remains unreadabl

I needed the stone if I had any hope of breaking the curse another way. Three months ago, I thought I had found a loophole. I

since, but I still don't know what went wrong." I meet his gaze again, willing him to believe me. "I promise you

ching for something. His jaw tightens slightly, and I can s

w you're tell

elf. Then, my eyes fall on my bag, still lying on

ddenly, my voice stronger now. "No one c

hing into my bag. My fingers close around the smooth surface of the st

im as I pull it out, holdi

lick of my wrist, I

nd the stone as he inspects it. A muscle feathers in his jaw as he tu

s before he finally exhales and sl

ust, or if this is just the beginning of another ba

hit me l

't go as planned. It affected Nicole, my Luna. She doubled ov

d the same stone but no blood sacrifice. I thought it was a loophole, a way to break the curse without anyone gettin

ns, his hands clen

nue, forcing my voice to stay steady. "And I will go on with my l

yes. Then, after a long pause, he asks, "You are my mate. How is t

e it." I lift my chin, determination hardening my feat

mind. His green eyes flicker with something, hesitation, uncertainty,

your fu

guard, but I answer without

s voice comes out low and firm. "I, Aiden Callow

t feels like claws ripping into my soul, a force yanking something deep within me a

him see how th

accept your reject

eaten to buckle, my stomach twisting violently as if something vital inside me has been ripp

lickering in his eyes. But he doesn't say a word. He just tu

ike that,

ulse pounding in my ears. The house feels colder, emptier,

r this. I

l like I just lost

even, my chest still aching from the rejection, but I don't have time to dwell on it. Aid

o

ble enough to help me start over. My fingers tremble as I grab my bag, tossing in the books from the chest, not caring if t

ey, my dagger, all thrown into the bag. I don't have time to be neat or carefu

ape. My safe haven. Now, it's just a

n rug, the little trinkets on the table, it all feels so normal, so familiar. Bu

s. No more se

er a quick incantation under my breath, placing a protective ward o

step into the night. The cold air stings my s

t look