Lydia
I cling to Avery as he carries me inside the mansion. A clone of him is tending to the injured. His magic is currently building the castle to its previous state, and I smile into his neck.
"Your magic abilities are a little freaky, and now the entire pack knows about them... Are you worried?"
"No," comes Avery's response. "They will discuss why I have such strong magic and probably figure it out by tomorrow, but I have more important things to focus on..."
"Like?"
A growl starts in his chest, and his muscular arms tighten around me. I cling to him because I love the feel of his big warm body holding me. And I sigh with contentment.
Jealous Avery is sexy.
"Putting my scent all over you and reminding you who you belong to. You're mine, Lydia—I can't believe that lycan bastard t
