I woke to Draven's arms still locked around me, his face buried in my hair, his breath steady against my neck.
The night had been restless. He'd barely slept. Every time I stirred, his grip tightened, like he was afraid I'd vanish if he loosened it. The Moon hadn't stopped humming. If anything, it was louder now, pressing between us, insistent.
Outside, the packhouse was already moving. I could hear voices in the yard, the clang of weapons, the low murmur of wolves gathering.
Rafe's challenge would happen today.
Draven hadn't said when. He hadn't needed to. The tension in the air told me everything.
He stirred behind me, his lips brushing the curve of my ear. "You're awake."
"Barely," I murmured.
He pulled me closer, his hand splayed over my stomach. "Lila-"
"Don't," I said before
