We stood like that, the morning light slanting through the windows, the pack stirring outside. I could hear voices in the hall, the scrape of boots on stone. News traveled fast in a packhouse. By now, everyone knew I'd spent the night in the Alpha's bed.
Draven felt it too. I saw it in the way his eyes darkened when he looked at me, in the way his jaw flexed like he was fighting something invisible.
"The Moon won't leave me alone," he said finally, voice low. "Not with you near."
"Maybe it's not supposed to."
He didn't answer. He stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair. "Get dressed. We're going to the hall."
"Why?"
"Because Rafe's telling everyone I'm unfit. Because the pack needs to see us together." He pulled on a fresh shirt, fingers moving fast, like he couldn't stand sti
