Luna
The morning sunlight filtered through the healing ward's windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floors. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands absently rubbing my growing belly as Darren paced before me.
"Kane wants you to know he's fighting it," Darren said in a low voice, his eyes constantly checking the doorway. "The mistletoe helps, but he has to be careful. The council's watching his every move."
"I understand," I whispered, though my heart ached at the thought of Kane pretending not to care for me. "How... how is he?"
Darren's expression softened. "Struggling. It kills him to act this way, Luna. But the council's magic..."
Strong mate, Moon reminded me. Fights for us.
"I know," I said, wiping away a stray tear. "I can feel it through the bond sometimes – little flashes of war……
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