Chapter Forty-Five – Tricks and Games
Balor’s hands still burned with the echo of her touch.
That spark. Those undeniable mate-bond sparks.
He paced his chambers after leaving her briefly to prepare for Pine Wood’s arrival, his wolf restless and growling in his chest. Why now? Why her?
He thought back to the moment at Melting Moon, when he’d pressed a blade to her throat. He had felt nothing then—no tug of destiny, no bond, no pull. But he had been wearing leather gloves, his palms shielded from her skin. Could that have been enough to block the bond’s fire? No, he had licked her face taunting Tristan. Unless this bond was just forged by the Moon Goddess. But why?
His wolf snarled but didn’t answer.
Balor raked a hand through his golden hair, fury and confusion gnawing at him. If
