But Francine wasn't like anyone else Jacob had ever met. She was the epitome of perfection, and she was his.
He didn't think she realized how much it meant to the pack, and to him, that she had taken the stage and provided their people with the reassurance and comfort they needed to do what was asked of them. Francine had given them the strength to leave their homes, secure in the knowledge that they were loved and valued, and that their safety was worth fighting for until the end of time if necessary.
"Thanks, I was so scared," she confessed, nervously chewing the inside of her cheek.
"Scared, of what?" The mere idea of her being scared sent all of his senses into high alert. He couldn't help it.
"I was scared of disappointing you, of letting you down or saying the wrong thing. Or may
