The lodge felt unnaturally quiet after Kael’s departure. Elara lay on the black silk sheets, her body still thrumming with unspent heat. Her skin burned where his hands had been, and the mate bond pulsed like a living heartbeat between her ribs—stronger now, more insistent. Golden sparks flickered faintly at the edges of her vision every time she closed her eyes.She sat up slowly, pulling one of Kael’s oversized black shirts over her head. It smelled overwhelmingly of him: dark cedarwood, rain, and raw masculine power. The fabric fell to mid-thigh, brushing against her still-sensitive skin and drawing a frustrated growl from her throat.Her wolf was wide awake now, pacing and snarling at being denied. The power she had felt during the fight with Lila still hummed in her veins, but it was incomplete—restless, demanding more.Elara paced the bedroom, bare feet silent on the cool wooden floor. Outside, the sounds of battle had faded into the distance, replaced by occasional howls and th
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