"A sealed the mating in human form, but the wolves must confirm it."
The silence in the BlackThorne Villa was not the cold stillness of an empty tomb, but the warm, heavy quiet of a promise fulfilled. The air was thick with the scent of pine, ozone, and sweet birch, a complex, comforting blend that now defined my existence. I lay nestled between my two mates, the hearth fire casting dancing shadows across the furs. The completion of the triumvirate bond had not just stabilized my power; it had granted me an inner peace I had never known.
