Lucian's POV
I stood outside Diana's door, a thick woolen blanket draped over my arm, second-guessing myself for the tenth time. It was nearly midnight. The pack house had fallen quiet, the hallways empty save for the occasional guard on patrol.
My knuckles hovered an inch from the wood. This was foolish. She was probably asleep already, exhausted from another day of healing and pack politics. I should come back tomorrow. But tomorrow there would be patients and meetings and Ryan hovering around her like a persistent shadow.
Tonight was different. Tonight, the skies were clear, the moon was waning, and the heavens had a gift I wanted to share with her alone.
I knocked softly, three gentle taps. Silence followed, and I was about to retreat when I heard movement from within. The door ope
