Voren stopped pacing the moment Ravyn’s question settled between them, as his gaze locked onto him, sharp and guarded, because whatever had just happened in that lab was not something he was willing to unpack so easily, not when even he didn’t fully understand it himself.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he said, his tone controlled, though there was a stiffness to it that gave him away more than the words did.
Ravyn didn’t react immediately.
Instead, he drew in a slow breath, steadying himself before asking again, this time sounding far more composed, as though he had chosen to approach the matter carefully rather than push too hard.
"Your wolf lost control," he said, his eyes fixed on Voren with quiet intensity. "What is your shaman saying about bringing back the mate bond?"
That question landed differently. Voren’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, tension threading through him as he held back his response, but the silence didn’t last long.
Ravyn continued, his tone evolving into something more concerned than before.
"You can’t keep going like this, Voren," he said, his voice lower now, carrying the weight of both warning and worry. "One day, Bloodfang is going to push too far, and when that happens..." he trailed off briefly before finishing, "death will be you only means of escape. And running from your pack isn’t solving anything either. You need someone who can tame him."
"I don’t want to hear it," Voren snapped, the irritation finally breaking through, his voice edged with anger that had been building under the surface.
Ravyn understood why. This was not the first time he had seen how this struggle tore at Voren piece by piece, but knowing that didn’t make it any easier to watch, especially when it only got worse every time Voren returned to his pack.
Because Bloodfang wasn’t just ruthless, he was lethal.
When the longing for his mate took over, it demanded an outlet - blood, and whenever Voren failed to hold that line, it was always the innocent pack members who paid the price.
Voren exhaled slowly, forcing himself to regain control before speaking again, though the frustration in his voice hadn’t completely faded. "It always comes back to the same thing," he said, his tone quieter now but no less tense. "Only my mate can tame him, but as you already know, there’s no way to identify that anymore."
His jaw tightened slightly before he added, "And the ritual to restore the mate bond... it can only happen during a blood moon."
That made everything clearer.
Ravyn’s expression altered as understanding settled in, though it didn’t bring comfort with it, because the blood moon wasn’t something you could simply plan around.
It appeared only a few times a year, unpredictable, impossible to pin down with certainty.
"Your shaman is the most powerful among all the others," Ravyn said after a moment, his tone thoughtful, already turning toward solutions. "If anyone can determine when the next blood moon will occur, it would be her. I can help you organize everything when the time comes."
The color drained from Ravyn’s face almost instantly.

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