Bound by Blood and Moonlight

The pack’s whispers were heavy enough, but nothing hit harder than the familiar voice that found her at dusk. “Mira.” […]

Morning light broke over the village, but Mira felt none of its warmth. Her lips still tingled from the night

The night was restless, the air thick with storm clouds that never broke. Mira wandered the village edge, hoping the

The days after the attack blurred together in a tense rhythm. Wolves repaired barricades, villagers whispered in fear, and Mira

The night stretched long, but Mira couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it—the heat of his

Night fell heavy, wrapping the village in uneasy quiet. Mira sat by the fire, her hands trembling as she replayed

The battle ended as suddenly as it began. The rogues scattered back into the forest, their howls fading into silence,

The uneasy peace shattered with a single horn blast. The sound rolled across the hills, sharp and urgent, and every

The cave’s shadows clung to Mira long after she left them behind. She returned to the village with the image

The fires had long since died, but Mira couldn’t sleep. The celebration’s echoes clung to her skin, mixing with the