He howls, you swoon, the moon keeps score.
I built this one on an antique Tibetan-silver carved hook that I source myself—no bulk bags, no clones. Then I stacked the shift:
Silver howling wolf at the bottom: the call that wakes the heat in your chest.
Silver-and-black sea beads next: the storm clouds when the pack runs.
Tiny red heart trapped inside a silver oval frame: the human heart he refuses to surrender.
Red seed beads above: the drop you’ll gladly offer.
Petite silver moon topper: the nightly reminder that wild always wins.
Tough enough for a 600-page fated-mates brick, slim enough to keep the spine flawless.
Ready to mark the page where he finally lets her see the wolf?
Add to cart and let the moon keep your place tonight.
