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Lihat lebih banyak"You’re staring at that boarding pass like it’s a death warrant, Ebu. It’s just a flight to Valemont."
"It’s not just a flight, Helena. It’s a one-way ticket to answers I might not actually want to find."
"Then don't go for the answers. Go for the thrill. You've spent your whole life in the Shadowclaw District smelling like wet pavement and desperation. Valemont smells like old magic and expensive blood."
"I’ll settle for smelling like a decent espresso for once."
"Careful with that caffeine, little brother. Your wolf is already pacing. I can feel the static from here."
"I’m fine. Just get home safe, okay? I'll call you when the transport lands at Ravenfall International."
"Go. Shift your perspective, Ebu. Before the moon does it for you."
"Watch it!"
"Shit... fuck!"
"Oh, ancestors! I am so sorry! My pup—he just bolted!"
"It’s fine... just keep him back."
"I truly didn't see you standing there. Are you alright? That was scalding."
"I said it’s fine. Just go. Please."
"Fuck... damn it, that hurts."
"Hold still."
"What the—?"
"Don't pull away. The ice will help."
"I didn't hear you walk up. Who are you?"
"Does it matter? Your skin is blistering, Little Wolf."
"You... you’re a Dominion wolf. I can tell by the weight of your scent. Cedar and... something sharp. Like a frozen forest."
"You have a keen nose for someone so young. Breathe, Ebu. The ice needs five minutes."
"How do you know my name?"
"I read your luggage tag while you were busy cursing the Goddess. And I’ve been watching you since you entered the terminal."
"Is that a threat or a hobby?"
"In the Northern Dominion, we call it observation. You shouldn't be traveling alone with a scent that sweet. It draws predators."
"I can handle myself. I grew up in the Shadowclaw District."
"The District is a playground compared to where you're going. Valemont doesn't just bite; it swallows."
"Is that why you're helping me? To give me a warning? Or do you just like playing the hero for strangers in first class?"
"I don't play hero. And you aren't just a stranger. You’re the only thing in this terminal that doesn't smell like fear and cheap cologne."
"You're very blunt. Is that a Russian trait? Or just a 'You' trait?"
"It’s an Ifu trait. And yes, my home is the Northern Dominion. We don't have time for the flowery lies you're used to in Blackthorn City."
"Ifu. It fits. Sounds like a storm."
"And Ebu sounds like a prayer. One I might be interested in answering."
"You're flirting with me while my wrist is literally frozen to a cup of ice."
"Is it working?"
"Maybe. But I'm going to Valemont for a reason. I don't have room for a distraction, especially one that looks like you."
"A distraction? Is that what I am? I thought I was the man saving your skin."
"You're a man who knows too much and says too little. Why are you really on this transport?"
"The Okoye Moon Dominion has interests in Valemont. Business, Ebu. The kind that requires a certain... presence."
"Business. Right. I should have guessed by the watch. And the tattoo. What is that on your collarbone? It looks like a Brand."
"It’s a promise. One I intend to keep."
"I should go. They're calling for the Valemont boarding."
"Go then, Little Wolf. Apply the aloe once you're in the air. The attendant has been instructed to bring it to your seat."
"You instructed the attendant? You haven't even moved."
"I don't have to move to be obeyed."
"Thank you, Ifu. Truly."
"Don't thank me yet. We haven't even started. Enjoy the hunt in Valemont, Ebu. I'll be seeing you sooner than you think."
He reaches his fingers out for his own communication crystal, turning the power on the exact second I start my first stylus sketch. Nonstop pack alerts and messages begin feeding through the screen, and I watch his beautiful expression instantly shift from happy comfort to intense frustration as I draw his lines."Is everything okay on your feed, Luka?"His nostrils flare, his scent turning sour."Lukan," I say, my dominant voice capturing his full attention."The war has officially begun." He flips the crystal screen around, showing my eyes the bold headline of a prominent territory article.LUKAN VALE AND IVANOV DRAKOS: NEW HOT PAIRING OR A FAKE TREATMENT OF THE BLOOD BOND?"What exact scout sent your crystal this trash?""Selene," he whispers, his jaw locking. "My sister keeps up with the city gossip feeds.""Let my beast guess the text. The writer detailed your valley upbringing, where your wolf trained at Blackthorn Academy, and the exact night our trails crossed at the Citadel?"
Luka stares him down with absolute, unwavering dominance. "Oh, my inner beast explicitly chose Ivanov."Philip's mouth drops open, absolutely zero words escaping his throat."Well, Luka, your wolf has officially stunned the loudmouth speechless, an event that never happens in this pack.""Did the fall hurt your paws?" Philip asks, recovering his arrogance as he steps closer to Luka.Luka tilts his head, his brow lifting. "What fall?""When your gorgeous frame fell straight from the Lunar Heavens?""Okay, cut the alpha flirting with my future mate before my beast handles the disrespect," I rumble, stepping between them and planting a heavy, warning palm onto his broad shoulder.Philip grins, holding his hands up. "My eyes do not spot a binding moonstone ring on that tracker finger yet.""The definitive keyword is yet, warrior," Luka says, playfully wiggling his bare ring finger before casting a burning look directly over at my chest. "But the bond becomes official very soon."His perfo
IVANOV DRAKOS POV"Move your thick thighs before my wolf loses control and claims this tight space completely," I growl into the darkness of the comically small canvas dome, my skin slick with heat as Lukan’s male frame remains molded directly to my chest.My large palm rests flat against his bare, muscled stomach, his heavy ass pressing firm against my groin. My left arm is completely asleep under his weight and my spine aches from the hard stone ground, but a loose smile pins my mouth anyway. Based on the bright amber light filtering through the nylon, the dawn sun is officially rising over the territory."What exact hour is it, Alpha?" Luka asks, his throat clearing with a rough, gravelly rasp. "My wolf is so incredibly thirsty.""My hands will gather some fresh well water for your throat," I rumble back, my voice vibrating against his shoulder blades. "The dial reads five minutes past six.""Do not leave this den yet," he pleads softly, his body shifting as his warm arms wrap tigh
"No. When my wolf is sitting with you like this on a mountain, the connection feels entirely real, Ivanov. Back home, I was far too busy trying to make every other alpha happy instead of focusing on what my own beast desired."He nods his massive head, his jaw brushing my temple. "My wolf understands that burden more than your spirit will ever know."We finish consuming the trail food in silence, and Ivanov rests his heavy chin directly on my shoulder while our eyes enjoy the dying pulse of the fire. My eyelids grow incredibly heavy in the dark, making me realize exactly how spent my body is from the long trek. "Can our wolves go to bed now?""Yes," he rumbles, lifting my frame effortlessly as he gathers our food trash to move the scent far away from our canvas tent. He locks the scraps securely inside the bear-proof cooler on the back of the Nightclaw Rover, meeting my eyes as I stand staring at the comically small nylon dome."Go ahead, tracker. Your wolf goes first," he says as his
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