“You’re nervous.” Lucian’s voice carries the familiar warmth that never fails to make my pulse quicken. He steps behind me, his arms circling my waist and pulling me back against the solid wall of his chest.
“Terrified,” I correct him, leaning into his embrace. Through our completed bond, I can feel his amusement mixing with his own anticipation. “What if I can’t do it? What if my wolf is too weak?”
His lips brush against my temple, right where I know my wolf’s mark will eventually appear. “She’s not weak, love. She has been sleeping, waiting for the right moment. And tonight feels right, doesn’t it?”
I nod because it’s true. Ever since we executed Harper and Gareth two weeks ago, ever since the last of the traitors were dealt with, something inside me has been stirring. Growing stronge
