Victoria
Two weeks later.
The morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains as I finally managed to pull myself away from Leo's intoxicating embrace. I knew we needed to face reality eventually—especially with our flight to Greece scheduled for this afternoon.
"I can smell your thoughts from here," Leo murmured, his voice still husky with sleep as he watched me slip into a silk robe. "Having second thoughts about leaving your pack?"
I turned to face him, taking in the magnificent sight of his muscular form sprawled across the bed we'd thoroughly claimed as ours. The mating mark on his shoulder made Ava, my wolf spirit, purr with satisfaction deep within me.
"Not second thoughts," I said, tying the sash around my waist. "Just mental checklists. The formal transfer
