THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA
SERENA’S POV
Thalos struck flint; a small flame curled to life. He nodded to Kael.
My mate drew a blade across his palm without flinching and held it over the fire. Red drops fell, and the flame leapt as if it recognized him. “My blood, my bond, my pack be shield and lock,” he said, voice low, sure.
The flame deepened, copper to carmine.
My turn.
I pricked my finger. One bright drop fell, and the little flame flashed white, then red, then lurched to a soot-black heart. A fine thread of smoke rose, thin as a hair, reaching upward like the first line of a net.
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