Chapter 40: Beneath the Moon’s Shadow

Beneath the Moon's Shadow

Alexander lay awake long after Aria had curled beneath the blankets, her steady breathing the only sign that she had finally succumbed to sleep. But he couldn't rest.

His mind was a battlefield of unanswered questions and instinctive warnings. The killings weren't random. Someone—or something—was hunting within his borders, and the longer it went unnoticed, the greater the threat.

His wolf stirred, restless. The scent of blood still lingered in his thoughts, but something else—something far more potent—kept him from closing his eyes.

Her.

Aria.

She was asleep, but her presence filled the space between them, tangible and inescapable. Even in the dim candlelight, she was a vision, her dark hair spilling over the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathed. He should look away. Should focus on the danger looming over them.

But the bond had its own pull.