Renege

[COMPLETED]

She is cursed. He is a king. The moon goddess, apparently, has a vicious sense of humor.

Scarlet has one rule. Do not let anyone close enough to become collateral damage. She has kept that rule for twenty three years and she intends to keep it until the end, which, if history is anything to go by, is coming sooner rather than later.

Zaphrostine has one rule too. What belongs to him stays with him.

She is his mate. That is not a negotiation. That is not a conversation. That is simply the most immovable fact in a life full of immovable facts, and no amount of running, ocean-crossing, or poorly explained letters is going to change it.

The problem is that she is not running from him.

She is running to protect him.

And the war she has been dreading her entire life is already on its way.

"Do not think, Scarlet," he murmured, voice dark and soft, "that your lack of a wolf spares you from me.
If anything... it makes me want to claim you more."

Two souls. One curse.
A bond written by the moon itself and one that might just burn the world to ash.