Chapter 43
Honor
OVER MY NIECE’S PUDGY leg, I caught a glimpse of the door banging open to reveal a wolf, wild and furious. Our rescuers had arrived and the foreguard was ready to rip out throats.
Only, that wasn’t Luke. That was....
“Your children are fine,” my mate’s voice called after my four-legged cousin. “Your daughter has a wet diaper and your son has developed a taste for blood, but they can wait.”
The tendril of connection between us solidified the instant Luke crossed the threshold in human form. He was so tall and solid. I floated atop an ocean of blood, spun around by the mate connection regrowing between the two of us.
Luke’s stride hitched. I tried to open my mouth and ask him what was wrong. He’d sounded so sure of himself one second earlier. But now he was running, pr
