Moonbound: The Rejected Healer

e acrid smoke of dying fires and the guttural cries of those too stubborn, or too unlucky, to die

the blood of warriors who clung to life with shredded bodies and fading pulses. Her golden aura pulsed in the dimness, a soft shimmer of defiance in the gloom. It spilled fro

agic crackled in the air like lightning, but she barely noticed. Her focus narrowed to a

n, it h

a scent. A pull.

n existed, one that wove through her bones, her marr

eath c

s if some deep part of her al

the firelit haze and the

d with an oily sheen. Poison. It pulsed through his veins, darkening the crimson trail he left in his wake. Yet even wounded, he looked like war incarn

Feared. Revered. The kind of man ot

e was

t her like a

a

nd unshakeable. The ancient magic etched into their bones had stirred,

't think.

gh whether to herself or to

ke mist. It was like walking through a dream, except her heart thundered in her

was falling, one knee in the dirt

disbelief flickering

ooming against his ruined side. The wound was deep, the

t me help," she said, her v

that breath of silence,

orld

ke a storm. Her wolf surged, pressing against her ski

ion shifted. The fire i

ed, jerking back

id, panic bleeding int

aid

slap. She froze, breat

aid, barely a whispe

tbeat

ano

n, his

ject

rld sh

lefield faded to a distant hum. All she could hear was the ring

f upright. Every movement cost him, but he didn't flinch. "Y

orse than the wo

?" she asked, the pain cr

hink the Moon has a c

s threatening to buckle. But

ur life," s

ver asked

rned. Just

ring around their wounded Alpha, Elara was already gone, standing like a

r stopped burn

silence followed her like a shadow. No

The bond. And they

, that meant o

o

the dec

d, his voice not unkind. "

argue. Di

l. A worn wolf-tooth pendant. A few scraps of c

rders of Nightfang terr

red behind her. A s

e didn't

ry. Didn

r heart had once been, someth

eance. N

so

ver be seen