The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 115: The Weight of the Bond

I closed my eyes and clung to the sound of his voice it was soft, broken in that rare, fragile way that pierced directly through my heavy haze like sunlight cutting through dense fog. Even before his actual words reached me, I could hear it. His heartbeat.

Strong. Steady. So impossibly loud in my ears, it called to me like a beacon in the dark.

My wolf stirred at the deeply familiar rhythm, lifting her head slowly, like she’d just remembered where she truly belonged.

Home, she murmured softly within me. We’re home. We’re safe.

I reached out to her without hesitation. Just that one simple word from her made everything inside my chaotic soul shift. And she answered me, curling around my shattered consciousness like a warm, protective blanket.

"Oh thank the gods," Zaliver breathed as I finally began to move in his arms. Slowly, my body began to shift: bones snapping into place, muscles stretching and reforming, the agonizing pain leaving my limbs like the tide retreating from the shore.

When the transformation was complete, I was a wolf once more, but something deep inside me still panicked violently. I couldn’t get my footing in the shifting water. My instincts screamed like I was still drowning, and I began to flail helplessly against the current.

But Zaliver was already right there.

His massive arms steadied me immediately. "It’s okay," he whispered, his intense eyes locked on mine. "I’ve got you."

He held my head gently, resting it against his shoulder, while his other hand supported my sleek body beneath the cold surface of the stream. His strength didn’t waver for even a single second. The chill around me dulled the persistent pain clinging to my nerves, almost like he was physically pulling the suffering right out of me.

I let out a slow, heavy breath, relief pouring out with it.

"Feeling better?" he asked, scooping cold water into his palm and letting it run over my fur with long, gentle strokes.

"Yes," I murmured through our mental bond, my voice barely a whisper inside his mind.

His lips curved into a faint, relieved smile. "Good," he replied softly.

Then he leaned in close and brushed his warm nose against my snout, his affection so tender and raw that I almost didn’t know how to process it.

I blinked slowly, looking past his broad shoulder into the dark, silent forest. Nothing stirred. Even the wild animals seemed to have hidden away, sensing the storm that hovered ominously over us.