Chapter 29. A Sinister Spark

Noah held my gaze intently. “I still can’t believe he let you slip away,” he admitted, shaking his head in quiet dismay. He paused, sounding almost wistful as if he were addressing a memory rather than speaking aloud. “If I had ever found my mate…” His eyes softened, glistening with a gentle sorrow. “I would wrap her in my arms and never, ever let her go.”

A pang of sympathy tore through me. Here was an Onyx Moon Enforcer—strong, disciplined, fierce in every sense—but beneath that formidable exterior lay a man who simply yearned to find his other half. My chest tightened. I could feel his longing as keenly as if it were my own, and somehow the gap between his strength and his tenderness made my heart ache.

Softly, I murmured, “I know you feel as though she’s vanished because you haven’t discovered her yet. But I believe the Moon rewards wolves like you. You’re a good wolf, Noah.” I wrapped my words in conviction, because I truly meant them. I believed wholeheartedly that