Eluna’s P.O.V.
I didn’t know when I made the decision. Maybe it was when Jackson’s hands found mine. Maybe it was when his voice broke through my fear. Or maybe—just maybe—it was when my wolf all but flipped a table and howled,
*He’s ours! Stop thinking and jump him!*
Whatever the moment was, it came like a wildfire.
“I’m choosing you,” I breathed, stepping into him fully now, pressing my forehead against his chest.
“I don’t know how to do this, Jackson. But I know I can’t do it without you.”
His arms closed around me instantly, pulling me flush against his body.
“You don’t have to know how,” he said, his voice a low growl near my ear.
“We’ll figure it out together.”
My lips found his. And then there was no more thinking. No more hesitation. Just heat, fast and searing, rollin
