Beatrice pov
"I promise." He leaned closer, and I thought this was it, this was the moment I'd been both wanting and dreading. But he pressed his lips to my forehead instead, soft and gentle. "When we kiss, it'll be because you're sure. Not because you're emotional or tired or scared. You'll be clear-headed and certain. I want all of you, Beatrice, not just a moment of vulnerability."
He pulled back, and I felt the loss of his warmth like a physical ache.
Luna whimpered. "Why does he have to be so honorable?" she complained.
"Because that's why we love him," I thought back, then froze. Love. Did I love him already?
"Of course we do," Luna said matter-of-factly. "He's our mate. Our perfect match, stop fighting it."
The first pack gathering came three days later.
It was just a small
