The night was a living tapestry of moonlight and shadows; a stage designed for destiny to clash and connections to be tested. Perched on the brink of the old cliff, I could see the valley below and the cool breeze whispered of the past and promises of the future. My Crescent Mark shone softly under my skin—a subtle reminder that my destiny was connected with forces older than any of us, forces that created not just our pack but also the very nature of our mate relationships.
The relationship with my friend had been our haven, a strong, unbreakable link that had seen us through wars and betrayals for as long as I could remember. But in more recent years, that link had been cloaked in doubt. My darling, Luca, whose golden eyes had once gleamed with unflinching loyalty, now carried a tempest of questions and worries. The weight of the war, the scars of betrayal, and the constant pressure of our legacy had all started to frays the fragile bonds between us.
