Christian stared at me for a long moment, his hazel eyes swirling with amber and something that looked like barely controlled hunger.
"I'm not hiding anything," he said, his voice rough. "I'm just scared of what I'll do to you if I don't leave now."
And then he walked out.
Just like that.
Left me standing in the Luna's suite with my heart racing and my new empathic ability still buzzing from feeling every ounce of his desire and fear.
"Well, that's not dramatic at all," I muttered to the empty room.
The next morning, Christian called a pack meeting.
"Everyone needs to be there," Maria said, helping me pick out something appropriate to wear. "Christian's going to formally introduce you as his chosen mate."
My stomach dropped. "Formally? Like, in front of everyone?"
