The Bloodbound Prophecy

s have

wind whipping his black hair and carrying the howls of his warriors below. His bare ches

ing wa

s deeper. Ancient. It thrummed beneath his feet, in the heartbeat of

was never

uder than a dam

n his bronze skin, his dark eyes sharp. Beside him strode L

turn. "You f

folding his arms. "The

e just finally letting your ball

l was low a

e Blackfangs for nearly a decade. The pack thrives. The rogues are

a Luna to lead

it. He's aggressive. Unpredictable. You're shifting too often. Pushin

nt I can't catch. A dream I don't remember. Every night it comes stronger. Fire. M

fted. "You think

, voice low. "I thi

"Or maybe it's your instincts re

stiff

sk. Her golden hair spilled down her back like silk, and her lips were curved into a practiced smile.

. Easy. And his bed had

a husky whisper as she stepped closer, her fingers graz

confident, knowing exactly wh

e wasn

she was. Only tha

ael said coolly, stepping back.

ow I'm the strongest female in the pack. The Luna throne won't stay empty fo

ed pointedl

chest. "You can keep dreaming of your mystery w

lked away, hips swaying, conf

de, Naer

his bed, his reputation. No little witch, no outsider, no goddess-da

let another woman take w

*

eneath the full moon, his wolf

e edge of his senses. Wild. Strange. Electric. It wasn

out

wound around his soul, tugging, p

ind s

t, he swore he

a

eath c

trembled. And deep inside his chest, his

Kael

was

e was