Echoes of the Abyss

The pack house was bathed in the soft glow of dawn, but the air felt heavy, like a storm waiting to break. My body ached from the fight in the clearing, the Moon’s Heart pulsing steadily in my chest. Luna was quiet, her glow warm but wary, as if she sensed the danger wasn’t over. Xavron sat beside me on the couch, his hand resting on mine, his thumb brushing my knuckles. The warmth of his touch and the hum of our mate bond—Luna and Isis intertwined—kept me grounded, but my mind raced. Selene was still out there, her allies lurking beyond the gate I’d sealed....