His Luna, his Curse

to the sound

er skin, beneath her soul. A familiar melody threaded through th

r is n

m was quiet, bathed in amber morning light. The sheets still smelled of ash, earth, and him. But

ck came at

a

g. His dark eyes were uncharacteristically grim. "We ha

ffened.

he carries a crescent scar across his thr

mories first began, of a firelit temple, a pack long perished, and a promise whispered in the dark.

to him,"

rowed as he stared down the stranger. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, with silver hair tied at his

er and smiled,

ve gr

napped to her.

ns storming behind her eyes. "

nder your father, Avelyn. You were just a child when the

beside her.

e answered. "Where the first Luna w

like a thread yank

prophecy, born beneath an eclipse. Her parents had hidden her from those who sough

," he said to Damien. "It was meant to test the one strong eno

ly, her hands trembling. "

ther prophecy. One y

ed in red wax. Damien took it from him, his jaw tight. He

s eyes go dark. H

he whispered. "

ue power of the Luna bloodline, a sacrifice must b

loser. "What kin

time comes, you must choose her, not as Alpha. Not as protect

than any wound Dami

e up the pack, I leave it vulnerable. We just reb

"And if you don't, I may be t

. They had broken the curse, yes. But th

ifted into the trees, and laughter rang from the youngest pups to the eldest warri

he forest, staring at the

"But love is not just surviving together. It's c

"I don't want him

ne said. "He'll only lose the illusi

he balcony, staring into the night. She stepped

to choose tonigh

t speak

d," he sai

her. The confession. T

kno

lose

both the future and the past, somet

er face in his hands. "Then teach me

a strange peace se

choice would be the hardest of al

le. Some were unwound thread by thread, thr

in her bones, that the

ow... he

he wa