To the werewolf pack's collective relief, the rest of the evening passed without further incident thanks to Liza's timely disruption. Though one could scarcely bring themselves to meet each other's eyes the entire time without feverish blushes betraying the memories of that all-too-brief yet devastatingly intimate lapse into baser need.
As night's indigo mantle settled over the ancient forest, and their modest fire crackled against the growing chill, Malcolm found his gleaming gaze drawn again and again to his unconventional pack gathered round the flames, drinking in every detail gilded by firelight.
Perhaps it was just the moon's influence welling up within his bestial essence so near the celestial body's impending apex, but the alpha couldn't deny the fierce protectiveness for Liza an
