The Blackthorne line had returned, and we were done hiding in the shadows.
It was late and my stomach at that moment decided to growl loudly, which seemed to shift the move in the room , making my mates chuckle.
"I think our Luna needs to eat," Brent said, his amber eyes warming with concern. "We've been planning for hours."
I nodded gratefully, suddenly aware of the gnawing emptiness in my stomach. Between the energy expended during last night's ceremony and this morning's diplomatic meetings, I hadn't taken proper care of my basic needs.
"Food would be good," I admitted. "I feel like I could eat an entire deer."
"Not far off what your body needs," Kane replied, his hand finding the small of my back as we moved toward the dining room. "Shifting burns an enormous amount of energy, esp
