TWO MOONS (ขมขื่น)

The night air was cool, scented with rain and pine, as he crossed the border into the Black Moon Pack.
Every step was quiet, reckless, and trembling - a thirteen-year-old boy chasing something he didn't yet understand.

He found the house. The window. The quiet rhythm of someone sleeping inside.
And then it hit him - a scent so warm, so achingly familiar it made his wolf stir and his knees weaken, freezing time itself.

It was warm, grounding, and unbearably sweet.
It struck deep, and before his mind could understand, his wolf stirred within him,
growling one word that changed everything.

Mate

His small chest rose and fell too fast, golden eyes flickering as he reached out,
fingers brushing the boy's cheek with reverence and fear.

"My mate," he whispered, voice breaking like the night.

He didn't know what it meant - only that it felt like coming home.

And somewhere beyond them, beneath the same moon, fate quietly sealed a bond that would one day set both of their worlds on fire.