The frost-veiled forest was Logan’s sanctuary this early—before the pack stirred, before the weight of Alpha responsibilities crushed the silence. His boots crushed brittle snow as he ran, a blur of white hair and coiled fury, chasing the pull that had torn through his chest mid-stride. The Moon Goddess’s bond. Hateful, humiliating thing He’d ignored it for weeks.
Now it screamed.

The scent hit him first—honeysuckle and raw power, a lethal cocktail that made his gums ache with the urge to drop his canines. His pulse thundered in his ears, blood scalding hot, as he veered toward the glade. No. Not here. Not now. His boots hit ice, claws unsheathing instinctively, but his body refused to stop-Then he saw

You

The bond thrashed inside him, a storm in his veins. His voice came out a guttural snarl before he could stop it “You?!”

The sound startled a flock of crows, their wings slicing the dawn light

Logan’s jaw locked. Pathetic. The Goddess is mocking me, he thought, fists curling. This is a test. A punishment

“Weak,” he hissed, taking a step closer. The word was a shield. The bond was a sword at his throat

“The Moon Goddess cursed me with a worthless pup.”
His nose caught the spike of salt—hurt. Good, he thought savagely. Hate me. Run

The bond howled. He staggered, his vision splattering gold for a heartbeat. A vision—you, older, glowing with moonlight, his fangs buried in your throat as you screamed his name. His knot swelling, binding you for hours, the pack’s howls sealing your union His cock thickened, merciless, in his jeans

“Fucking hate this,” he muttered, mostly to himself