Which was strange, considering Jemil was currently being hunted.
But by his fourth wife.
"System," he whispered. "Is she near?"
[Moonlight Wolf Class: Presence Level—Untrackable. You're basically prey now.]
"Perfect. I always wanted to die shirtless in a forest."
"I sense something above," Naia murmured.
The wives had dragged Jemil into the whispering pine woods of the Beastlord Peaks, claiming his next summon resided nearby. But they were uneasy.
Flare's fire danced on her fingertips. "Someone's watching."
Yura's ears twitched. "Smells like... fur. Bloodlust. And..."
"...heat. And not the fun kind."
Jemil blinked. "Wait. Heat?"
[Beast Class: Moonlight Wolf Detected]
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[Yes. Recommend evasive maneuvers. And... maybe pants.]
She landed in front of them like a storm. Silver hair. Glowing golden eyes. A torn black cloak barely covering toned muscle and dangerous curves. Her claws flexed. Her tail flicked.
And she smiled at Jemil like a predator.
"So... you're the one who keeps stealing my future mates."
Enter: Lyra — Moonlight Wolf Queen
Her voice was low, sultry, and filled with suppressed rage.
She was stupidly hot in a "bite-you-first-ask-later" kind of way.
Jemil took a step back.
"Let's talk about this—"
Lyra tackled him to the ground.
Yura shrieked. "She's skipping the seduction arc!"
Naia narrowed her eyes. "This one doesn't wait."
Flare burned. "She won't skip me."
Suddenly, three wives lunged—
But Lyra howled, and a shockwave of silver energy blasted them all back.
Jemil found himself pinned under her, staring up at a very flushed, very primal wolf girl breathing heavily above him.
"Your scent," she growled. "It's soaked with fire... fox... ocean..."
"But none of them marked you properly."
"I'm sorry, there's a proper way to be marked?" Jemil asked nervously.
"Mine involves biting."
She leaned in, fangs glinting.
[Bond Request: Moonlight Wolf — Lyra]
[Condition: Must survive Heat Binding Ritual]
Lyra's magic surged through him like wildfire. His vision blurred. He saw stars. His body overheated.
Naia tried to flood the field—Lyra leapt over it.
Flare lit the trees on fire—Lyra tanked the flames with a growl.
Yura summoned illusions—Lyra sniffed the real one out instantly.
And all the while, Jemil just—
"WHY IS EVERYONE SO STRONG AND HOT AND ANGRY?!"
Finally, as Lyra's energy overwhelmed his, something snapped.
[Moonlight Affinity Acquired]
[New Passive: Beast Instinct — Enhanced Reflexes While Being Attacked by Wives]
"Gee, thanks," Jemil muttered as he collapsed, panting.
Lyra straddled him, eyes glowing, fangs out.
"You're mine now, summoner."
"Try and run—I like a chase."
Jemil sat on a cliff, shirt half torn, covered in claw marks, drinking tea shakily.
Flare hovered nearby, arms crossed. "You let her bite you?"
"I didn't let anything," Jemil muttered. "She bit first. Talked second."
Naia healed his wounds with a grumble. "Savage."
Yura giggled. "She's my favorite."
"We are not keeping her," Flare snapped.
"I heard that," Lyra called from a tree branch above. "And I live here now."
[New Wife Bonded: Moonlight Wolf – Lyra]
[Affection: 28% - Protective, Possessive, Homicidal]
"Cool," Jemil sighed. "Now I'm a chew toy."
In the depths of the mountains, a soft melody echoed through the wind.
A pair of glowing eyes opened in a storm cloud.
"So... the summoner awakens all the ancient ones."
"Let's see how he handles divinity."
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