Three weeks later, I stood at the window of Duke's cabin, our cabin now, watching the sun sink toward the horizon. The full moon would rise soon, fat and silver and calling to the wolf inside me.
My wolf, who was pacing restlessly, eager and excited in a way I'd never felt before.
"You're nervous." Duke's voice came from behind me, warm and knowing.
I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, watching me with those dark eyes that saw everything. "A little," I admitted. "Is that stupid? I've done this hundreds of times."
"Not like this." He crossed the room, pulling me into his arms. "Not free. Not with a pack that loves you. Not with me."
I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent- pine and earth and home. "What if I can't do it? What if I'm too broken, what if my w
