Aeron had never woken up feeling lighter.
For weeks, the pressure of turning eighteen, shifting, and stepping into the role of future Alpha had weighed on him like a boulder pressed between his shoulder blades. But now, with Sylvi officially moved into the Bloodstone Pack, her belongings settled into the room next to his, and her scent woven into the hallways of the Alpha house…
It was the first time he felt like all the pieces of his life were finally in place.
He stood on the training field at dawn, the mist curling low around his boots. Maverick — his father’s massive golden wolf — loped circles around him, watching his form, gauging his stance. Dustin shifted a moment later, rolling his shoulders as Aeron corrected his breathing.
“Again,” Dustin said. “You’re rushing the punch.”
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