By the time night fell over Silver Ridge, the entire pack knew Zayne and Blake had returned early.
News traveled fast in any wolf pack, but in ours it moved like wildfire. By sunset, every house in the compound seemed to glow with excitement. Lanterns had been lit along the paths, evergreen garlands hung from balconies, and the great hall at the center of the pack grounds had been transformed for the Christmas celebration.
It should have felt festive.
Instead, I felt like I had swallowed lightning.
The morning replayed in my head every time I stopped moving.
Zayne’s arms around my waist.
The shock of turning and seeing him standing there.
The way I had practically launched myself into him without thinking.
And then—
The kiss.
It had only lasted a second. Maybe less. A quick, impu
