After completing the vow to become Luna of the pack, Alpha Shane, or rather, Filtiarn, stood before me.
His typically soft eyes, now gleamed black, reflecting his inner wolf.
Shane's voice deepened as he spoke, and with a deliberate motion, he lightly cut his palm before doing the same to mine.
As he cut my palm, his eyes softened, a gentle and caring expression replacing the intensity of his wolfish gaze.
I smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his touch as he placed his palm over mine.
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2024-04-28
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