My fingers tug at his shirt, the fabric tearing under my grip, and I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his lips moving lower, trailing fire across my skin. It’s raw, consuming, the kind of heat that could burn this whole pack house down. 

I want more—more of Rick, more of Eric, more of this bond that makes us whole, even without her.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice snaps, sharp and raw, cutting through the haze.

I freeze, my lips still on Rick’s, my hands gripping his hair. I turn my head, slow and deliberate, and there she is—Lia, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her face a storm of fury and something else, something that makes my wolf howl. 

My smirk widens, slow and deliberate, as I meet her gaze, letting her see every bit of the monster she hates.

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I stand outside the Ironfang pack house, the cool breeze brushing my skin. 


They're all staring at me, their eyes heavy and serious, like I just broke something sacred. I cross my arms, my voice sharp but curious. "What? Why are you guys looking at me like I did something wrong?"


Dorian clears his throat and steps closer. His voice is low and thick with worry. 


"Lia, you promised you'd be our Luna, not Ironfang's. You said you'd find someone else to rule, someone worthy. Being their Luna means you'll have to leave us."


His words land hard. I try to smile, but it comes out soft and awkward. My heart twists at the worry in his voice.


 I don't want to leave them — hell, the bond makes it feel like they're part of me now — but that woman, my stepmom, and her son Ethan give me a bad feeling, like a storm ready to hit.


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