🔑 Bonus POV
The Bond, First Light
Alpha Dominik
The bond settles at dawn, the way the old wolves said it would — not a snap, not a chain, but a warmth that finds the exact shape of the cold it replaces.
She is asleep against my chest, scent gone soft and certain, and for the first time in thirty years the pack in my blood is quiet. Content. Home.
They warned me a true mate would make me weak. They were wrong. She has made me dangerous in a way I finally have a reason for.
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