The entire pack gathered in the field, a sea of tense bodies and gleaming eyes, all waiting for Alec to speak.
I stand among them, my skin prickling under the moon’s heavy gaze. The full moon looms above, its pull a visceral ache beneath my skin. The bond with Alec is stronger tonight, as if the moon itself is a cord tightening around us, forcing me to feel every flicker of his energy.
Alec steps forward, his presence commanding and powerful. Even without trying, he owns every eye in the room. His bare chest gleams under the moon’s glow, each muscle coiled and ready, his jaw tight as he addresses the pack.
“Tonight, we honor the goddess,” Alec says, his deep voice rolling over the crowd, sending a shiver straight down my spine. “We thank her for another cycle, for the blessings she’s be
