WOLVES OF WINTER MOON
Megan Newmanlyra wolf
“Feel it, Lyra? The bond—our power? We’re stronger than anything. We will survive.”
Lyra shivered, pressed fully into him, heart racing, breath coming in ragged gasps. “Then let’s show it,” she whispered, letting the bond flare, white-hot and consuming, every nerve on fire.
Suddenly, the chamber shook violently. A shadow burst through the ceiling, black tendrils whipping toward them. Lyra screamed, but Rylan shifted fully, wolf form surfacing, claws slashing through the darkness, teeth bared, gold eyes molten with fury. The bond flared, pulsing, white-hot, feeding off the intimacy, the fear, and the danger.
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