Luca Rossi stood on the edge of the pack’s territory, his sharp eyes scanning the dense forest before him. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet landscape. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his sides as he considered the absurdity of his situation.

The moon had awakened something deep in his blood — something ancient, primal, and inescapable. He was one of the strongest wolves in the Rossi pack, but even that didn’t save him from the pack’s ancient customs. And now, fate had handed him a mate he didn’t want, didn’t ask for, and certainly didn’t care for.

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They were somewhere in the packhouse, no doubt feeling the tug of the bond just as he was. The tension had been palpable since the moment the connection between them was confirmed, solidified under the silver moonlight. Yet, despite the cosmic force pulling them together, Luca couldn’t shake the frustration and resentment building in his chest.

“I need you to come with me,” he said bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Scouting mission,” Luca replied. His blue eyes flicked to the window, where the snow continued to fall. “There’s been rogue activity near the borders. We can’t afford to leave it unchecked.”

He couldn't afford another mass loss like he did last time. He could sacrifice one.