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Bound by the Sage moon

Chapter 3 The Wolf at Her Door.

Word Count: 1069    |    Released on: 29/06/2025

ces and crumbling roofs. Lyra stepped outside, wrapping her thin shawl tightly around her shoulders, the chill of the mo

ren's anger that

was

a

her without hurting her-possessive, yes, but prote

oed in her mind, d

or. The Savage Moon Pack was infamous for their cruelty. He w

athering the herbs she'd lost, she felt it again-tha

tree line, she swore she saw a fl

-

ly restrained. He'd told himself to stay away. To forget her. But the moment

her chin was up, eyes sharp, defiant. His wolf liked that. Liked that she was

. His wolf snarled in agreement. She was somet

s pack and forget about the human gi

stayed rooted

-

collecting what she could salvage. Every sound made her heart jump-the crack of

l. So soft it could've been t

ling in the grass. "I know

ds fell

he step

s riding low on his hips, the morning light catching the scars that lined his muscled torso. His

se slowly, never breaking eye

ingering on the bruise that marred her cheek. A low, fu

d, startle

out but stopping just short of touching her face. His claws trembled

business!" Lyra sna

smell the faint trace of another man's anger on

," Kael growled. "No

ried, voice trembling.

ped to a dangerous whisper. "A

eart pounding. "I don't belong to a

d out before sh

l f

now. The filth, the stench of stale ale and cruelty. His cla

he?" Kae

ic rising. "Please. Don't. He's all I h

need to protect. His hand hovered near her cheek again, and this tim

me," he sa

knees w

ars stinging her eyes-not from fear this time, but

r in it. Only hunger. "I'm your ru

-

to the space between them, until the dis

. "Hunters," he muttered. His pack's enemies, no doubt s

. He didn't want to leave her

, until she could feel the heat of him, the thrum of barely leashed power

e, vanishing into t

-

ring, heart racing, his warm

ust ha

ng crashing down at once-the bruise on her face,

and for a moment, she swore it pulsed bene

-

in a ripple of muscle and bone. The shift was violent, painful, but he welcomed it, welcomed the distra

re

uld remembe

me was right, i

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